“No Need to Knock”

I.Imagine dark woods and all the starssnuffed out. Imagine you, alone on the road,following a seam of restless thought. Where will this lead?No moon. No coat. Icicle bones.Not lost, exactly, though some might sayyou’ve taken all wrong turns. Right and wrong are heavystones you droppedin a blue rain barrelback in your hometown, at the old house,watched the wrung skyslosh over the edges. You, too,have edges, havebrimmed with troubled water,have weighed those stonesin your gut. Not another soulon the road tonight.II.Tug of porch lightahead. Ease closer till you smell woodsmoke, cinnamon and cloves, spya cottage, a window, a room full of womenwith steaming mugs […]