Poem 49

House as brain … people in it as brain activity …

Night Thoughts

On the stair of a turning wind
the house groans
lifting each board with difficulty
to the next step

we the thoughts
                  wormed in the creaking
head have winked out
one by one
             the baby a bright idea
               ready to snap back on
tomorrow
you a memory
folded like a letter

me a nagging doubt
troubling the journey
with the feeling someone's left
a tap on