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.