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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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Late Night Wrestling                                   

 

Every stray cat that yowls

from a distant porch

sounds the same

when you’re trying to sleep.

 

Restless ghosts begin their chants,

signal wolves to your doorstep, call

for winds that howl in from the north

to grab at your bedsheets

 

as you strive to empty

your tangled mind,

to lift a heavy heart

from the well of its losses.

 

You must carry it carefully,

start from the bottom,

climb each rung until light

appears, then ask for a hand.

 

It will come:

the calm when all ghosts

and cats are voiceless again,

the wolves have drifted on.

 

Only then can you hear the beat

of your own breathing—

like a talking drum repeating

Come Back Home

 

              -Elizabeth E. Landrum