Poem: The Window By My Bed

I almost forgot to write something today for the City of Refuge Poem-a-Thon, but managed to get something knocked out after all.


The Window By My Bed

I was often sleepless even
as a child and watched the night
unfold outside the window by
my bed, knew which neighbors
came home late and stumbling,
which other windows of other houses
would have a light on at midnight,
became familiar with the erratic
shadow theater of moths and bats
playing out around the streetlight
on the corner, the same one where
the big boy from a few doors down
would stop many nights to extinguish 
a tiny red glow, flicking it 
away into the dark, before 
exiting my field of vision 
himself, leaving a faint glimmer
of mystery lingering on.

~~

Author: thedamari

I live in Missouri, a more beautiful place than many realize. I love writing, reading, walking, bicycling, and making lists. I’ve written poetry since I was seven. A few years ago I branched out into short fiction and memoir pieces. I also perpetually have a novel in progress. My brain pursues ideas at a brisk pace, wandering all over the map. This blog represents one of my efforts to keep up with it. View all posts by thedamari