A Poem by Michael Stone
Naked In the Window
Breathing easily in, nighttime shatters
any notions I had of myself as starchild.
Look at the facts - clouds roll past ephemera
like stars and cop cars to reveal
what nightsky always provides - certainty
of blackness wailing in deep wells far away.
I want a spoonful of that in my sugar!
Turn it into coffee, keep me awake
past dawn I run away from. Dream shatters
night into a thousand and one train sets
set up and loosed motionless around the graves
of my daytime friends in all their beds,
crawling like me to the pasture
where some shepherd keeps the sheep.
Some company in this hour - some company
that come next spring would lend me its wool.
After all, my blankets are very thin.
Michael Stone is a poet from Kalamazoo, MI but the only way to read his work is to make him food. He works in youth development in Grand Rapids and makes music under the name Desert Golfer.