Night Poem for Carrie
Late summer
I find that you have discovered the crickets,
help you lift the window
so they can coax you and woo you
to a night
that is inside your bones.
Your sleep begins to sway
like a wheat field.
A distant train rumbles
and hums along the bed that you hug.
Tiny cars wobble and bump.
I keep watch as you go out,
your face passing,
its small flutterings
in the darkness of flying windows.
—Alixa Doom, Le Sueur, MN
Alixa Doom has published in numerous magazines and some of her poems have appeared in anthologies such as County Lines (Loonfeather Press, 2008). She has lived in the Minnesota River Valley for many years. Her favorite vacations still include crossing the Mississippi River to meander the back roads of the neighboring state of Wisconsin.