Nocturne

Where are you now,

my poems,

my sleepwalkers?

No mumbles tonight?

Where are you, thirst,

fever, humming tedium?

The sodium streetlights

burr outside my window,

steadfast, unreachable,

little astonishments

lighting the way uphill.

Where are you now,

when I need you most?

             It’s late. I’m old.

                         Come soon, you feral cats

                                      among the dahlias.