Look into me when you need me
even as my fears crawl stiff-legged
in exoskeletons
Look into me when you need me
red lights flash in the trees
and a faint dispatch squawk or
maybe a buzzing from within light
in this Villanueva cabin
Rachel, look into me when you need me
french doors’ thin glass reflect
this reading lamp, I see myself
in the light, my hand to sideburn warped
in changing pressure of wind
Look into me when you need me
reflections arise on this side,
a grid of flimsy panes, with all movement
arise reflections, I’m visible
because of the light within, faintly
Look into me when you need me
even as pine beetles fall with sudden clumsy landings
from all corners and you are not beside me
and even as I am not falling asleep
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 