House of Midnight

I take my ritual
Repetitive antidote
Every day
Rocking on the porch
Like a blind man
Watching the sun go down
Gentle and dangerous
Nursing wounds in the quiet
Warmth of coffee

He conducts a
Ritual magic
Ceremony
Of sand and spirit
Performance piece of
Desert creatures
Dance of vultures,
Mice and scavengers

Midnight arrives
And there’s a
Rustling of wind
Like a malediction,
An unformed incantation
On the lips of blue souls

But this bleary-eyed
Creature of exchanges can
Still breathe easy:
He can’t see that
Danger approaches;
What he cannot see
Cannot harm

I turn in too early and
Get up too late
Slow resurrection
But not to worry
I use my hands to
Push away these walls
Betray
This house of midnight