I Step Out On My Porch Near Midnight


I Step Out On My Porch
Near Midnight

Snow,
flecked by moon made mica.
Cold, windless air—even
the roar of the woods
is faint tonight;
And faint, too,
the creak
of my leather jacket—faint
As the rigging of a galleon
heard across the seas of time ....
While overhead
Orion faintly flickers.