At midnight whence all is stillI sit on my bedsideAnd drink in the quietFor the first time in the dayI am alone with my thoughtsYou and the animals sleepBut I am restless before restingAnd my thoughts will notLet me abandon them so easilyI consider time and spaceMortality and immortalityGod and…

Dedicated to Red Hook, NY, and the childhood that I forgot. Not sure whyBut my mind latelyDrifts back to my childhoodTo a village I little rememberTo the days I little rememberWhere I endured awkward youthMaybe it wasThe spirit of the ’70sOr maybe it was just meBut it seemed thatThat village…