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The Room at Night

How many times to sing
“Redemption Song”? The first
song I thought to sing him
when he needed singing in the NICU

Some other parent sang nursery rhymes
in curtained spaces with beeping monitors
to metronome the time

Not knowing any rhymes, I went with Marley
it stuck and now it’s ours

Quiet, now, he settles in to rocking
my voice trails off to mumbles
this song of freedom

Moonlight, thunder moon
streaming in through the live oak
the passing hours marked
by moonlight dropping down the blinds

The dogs dream
their twitch-footed dreams
the squirrel finally caught,
whimpers and low growls

The fan spins
beneath its spider shadow
ceiling jungle

Dim lines trace frames
black pictures on the wall
beyond the room… I can’t see them
but I imagine what they might be
surely not the same images
hung there years ago, not
at this hour. They’ll have shifted
become things I can’t conceive,
ideas of things that can’t exist
in morning light

Everything is strange now
and somehow more easily understood

His breath slows against my shoulder,
he sighs much like the dogs,
and I watch the late minutes tick
through this room of simplest
dreams

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