JUDE

She sleeps

Head on the window sill.

Better to feel the promised rain,

the night air,

Hear the crickets,

the bark of a dog.

Does she see the star

shooting through the night?

The night shimmers with them.

Does she feel the rain

against her cheek

like a tear slipping down?

She slides into sleep.

The rain stops falling,

the crickets are still,

She sleeps.