Sometimes
late at night
when I can’t sleep
and the glasses
are empty
I wander down
the hallway
past bedrooms
some of them full
some of them empty
I trip over laundry
and navigate the stairs
and head into the garage
where I'll stand
and look out
into the night
usually the moon
hangs over the yard
or at least
a street light
on the far side
of the woods
breaks through
on some nights
coyotes yip
the darkness
other nights
owls echo
the shadows
but tonight
there's nothing
so I guess
I'll go back in
the house
and write a poem.
Jake St. John lives in the woods on the edge of the Salmon River. He is the author of several collections of poetry including Lips Leave Scars (with Jenn Knickerbocker, Whiskey City Press, 2023) Ring of Fog (Holy and Intoxicated Publications, 2022), Night Full of Diamonds (Whiskey City Press, 2021), and Lost City Highway (A Jabber Publication, 2019). He is the editor of Elephant and is considered an original member of the New London School of poetry. His poems have appeared in print and online journals around the world."
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