Dumplings at midnight
Everyone’s torn or tearing
tonight. The house is filled
with sadness
and stillness
and salt
as well as a few photos from
a vacation in Brazil
which we examined in detail
to try and remember what beauty looks like.
The stillness has also crept
through the orange streets,
on the backs of urban cats as
the invidious breath of a sinking season
showing its teeth in the night.
We wait, we wait, we wait.
We wait, we wait,
we wait for light.