Nocturnal

my heart plunges ahead
into hours that will be
uncertain of its place

moving through rooms
made foreign devoid of light
time and place rush

within the walls of me
as rapid as this pulse
autonomous and wild

above the trees the
waning moon glows
faint and secretive

pulls at Vishudda
and Anahata with
a force that moves oceans

from the woods
coyotes howl and bark
as if I woke them