Keith Welch
I Return Home Late on November 14, 2017
I linger on the doorstep
under spectral clouds
hiding, revealing the stars;
each breath a cold serenity
this quiet neighborhood
has achieved a moment’s peace
I don’t want to abandon
for a troubled sleep
why don’t I bathe in this
peace every night as the
blue light of televisions
spills onto dying lawns?
Every season has its golden
hour; how many have I wasted
enjoying pleasures as brief
as a taste of sugar?
under glowing windows of
the shadowed houses
lying with heads on paws;
Even the chained dogs are silent.
About the writer:
Keith Welch lives in Bloomington, Indiana where he works at the Indiana University Herman B Wells library. He has poems published in Writers Resist, Dime Show Review, and Literary Orphans. When he’s not writing for publication, he specializes in political epigrams.
Image: “Untitled” by Joost Waal, Netherlands. Fine art photo collage. No technical information specified. No date specified. By permission.
