From the poetry collection published in 2015, Spring Cleaning.
Alone Without My Thoughts
When you wake up in the middle of the night
and the street is silent
Not one car passing by
Not a sound from a bird
Not the cry of a fox
or an ambulance
or the neighbors calling out
It’s lonely to think about it
and worse when you wake up at night
and hear the train whistle way far off down the hill.
You get the idea that maybe it’s
to do some thinking
You listen for an answer
awake by chance in the middle of the night