Poetry Porch: Poetry


2 A.M. at Fourteen
By Rebecca Kaiser Gibson

The just-past-full moon elicits

                wild dogs’ siren keening
                        echoing between
                                        massive dark mountains
hours past bedtime, as I tiptoe into larger dark.

Possibility thickens the clouds
                                       to condensation
                        just short of pouring —

                my hands pause

on the porch railing,

                                       bare foot reaching

                the first step.

Copyright © 2020 by Rebecca Kaiser Gibson.