Somewhere Out There

I don't remember if I have posted this poem that I wrote once:

Somewhere Out There


on certain breezy summer nights,
I assume a cat stance on my bed.

Elbows perch on windowsill—
I stare into the breeze—
I try to catch an other’s thoughts.

As I see nothing
but waves, or streetlights and trees—
I sing the wrong words to
Somewhere Out There.

I serenade a person or two
and pathetically do my best—
to send them my messages, telepathically.

I almost believe he too, is staring—
misty-eyed, out his window—
thinking about how I’m breathing
the same air out my window as him.

I sing my message to the birds,
hoping they’re carrier pigeons on call—
I’ve never heard back, or at least not for sure,
so I say back what I wanted the wind to record—
hugging myself with a lullaby—to sleep.