#TBT White Noise

crickets
or just the hum of slow space
purling and murmuring,
night creeps in
shuffling its weighted feet,
dragging the cold air in
from the d fields 
her little body shifts next to mine,
she has left me here alone
in my white noise,
face all aglow,
waiting for sleep
to swallow me up
and deliver me.
September 4, 2009