Every night a different message.
Tell me tonight
about the translucent bones
of icicles on the gutter.
Their tale is a disclosure
of your stalking.
You enter through the window
as a burglar on the heels of darkness
and leave no fingerprints,
yet cleverly steal away secrets
between the elusive shadows
you create, some darker than others,
convoluted figures, rummaging
in the most remote corners of the room.
The sleepless await an explanation
but your peering eyes slip away
when the clouds make you blink.
If you do take something,
no one is the wiser.
The sand in your light
eventually blinds into submission
the most suspicious
who, in the morning, awake inspired
yet unaware of your intrusion,
until the icicles drip
in the rising sunlight.
Michael Keshigian’s tenth poetry collection, Beyond, appeared May, 2015 in Black Poppy Review. He has been widely published in numerous national and international journals most recently including Poesy,The Chiron Review, California Quarterly, and has appeared as feature writer in over a dozen publications with 6 Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations. (michaelkeshigian.com)