In deep night
the plaintive call
of a distant strain
pulls my blood

A call to prayer and longing
for what once was
tugs my arteries
in a doleful throb

On far off rails
a train smoothes
overground
as herds of antelope
roll the desert dust
rectifying into one
my wayward wants

The whistle sounds
but one refrain
a thousand psalms
that sing your name
scattering jewels
in midnight’s wind
advancing the caravan
into dawn

plucking stars
of my lingering
Evensong