Dawn is hours,
miles
away.
The cat,
full of bounce,
leaps to the window.
I slide the pain open
to air so thick
it just sits.
Then I hear them,
the crickets—
the sound
of your
silence.
Our eyes
turn up,
my cat’s and mine,
as we look for the light,
for a signal,
for something—
anything that might
reveal heaven
when the day
breaks.
Copyright Faye Rapoport DesPres