The best nights aren’t always love-tossed,
sheet-tangled nights or stay-out-all-night nights,
but sometimes the nights when
the refrigerator has just enough leftovers to get by,
or the neighbors forget to turn on the porch light
and you stare through real darkness to search a Zodiac sky,
nights when the rain rouses you with tribal drums . . .
–excerpt from “Nocturne” in Jumping Off the Train (Orchard House Press, Washington 2011). First published in Pinyon Poetry.