The rain drips quietly down
The windowpane
through nightfall, midnight,
on
To sublit dawn
The sleeping bag is warm,
he little room
Suffices for a time
For
world, for home.
May too much light not fall
across the sill
Onto the rug, the wall
for this slow while
May the cool pattering souse
The unquenched trees
And these assuaging
greys
Rest on my eyes.
