PROPOSAL – Robert Beveridge

What is daylight? What is midnight?

The cat site by the window, stares out

at the snow. The amount of light

that shines on it seems immaterial.

I think back to nights when, drunk,

I wrote ten, twenty, thirty poems

a night and envy his confidence, 

try to remember what it was about

the world that inspired so many

drops of radiance that swirled

out into the night, nine-line ripples

 in the heavy air of Abington, PA