The knock

2 am – knock at my window.

It was not a raven or

ghost of anything past.

The wind had shifted and

it was only the rain

come calling in the night.

I told Wallace Stevens to wait,

went out and stood on the porch,

wondered if my neighbors

would be upset, if rain

knocked at their window

woke them from slumber and

found me dancing naked

in the rain with the trees

in their front yard

10-16-20