June 9, 2015

The last two mornings I have been awakened by agonized, frightened voices. This morning the voices were distinct enough that I could hear the words “Go away, go away.” I can’t quite locate the voices, though moving around under the eaves in the rain in the dark of this morning, I think they’re probably coming from the apartments. They could even be a voice crying out in sleep, the words are so primal, so garbled. I wonder if my neighbors heard my own wars with God.
   
Blessed rain, in all other ways.
   
Sorting through email– of forty new emails during the night, one actually has something to do with me. Revised Five American Places.