Night Music
Kathryn Jordan
Through the walls
I hear you singing
in your bed.
Vibrations
through
plaster and wood,
low buzz tone
rising and falling,
like wind
whistling
through a crack
in the window
frame,
freezing the pen
in my aching hand.
I don’t want to,
but I hear you.
It’s not that I’m not
mesmerized,
but I wonder how
you survived
all the years
we slept in one bed
without your night music,
missing
your prayers?
About the Author
Winner of the San Miguel de Allende Writers Conference Prize for Poetry, Kathryn Jordan’s other honors include Pushcart Prize nominations, finalist positions in the Steve Kowit, Atlanta Review, Muriel Craft Bailey, Connecticut Poetry, and Patricia Dobler poetry contests. Her poems are published in The Sun, Atlanta Review, and New Ohio Review, among others. She loves to hike the trails, listening for birdsong to transcribe into poetry.