I slip on some pants and a t-shirt, flick on the light in the hall and walk down the stairs. Gordie rises once he figursd I am actually moving in the dark. Not dark. The moon is full and lights the backyard in the same way the streetlight lights the front.
My laptop is folded on the dining room table. I open it and turn on Radio Paradise. Sarah Jarosz. Never heard of her. Alto. Rich deep alto. The words strike, half-awake and bring me into the early morning, fully awake. The House of Mercy.
In the middle of the night again
Still water and the birds don’t sing
Cold gin in the back room humming
Medicating for the trouble that’s coming
How does one person touch another? Far away. Another time. Later. In the middle of the night. And make them really think? Make them see?
I can hear you knocking on the door
I won’t leave it open for you anymore
I can hear you knocking on the door
Knocking on the door of the house of mercy
Then Tracy Chapman. Then Simon and Garfunkle with Scarborough Fair.
She once was a true love of mine.
What happened?
Cold gin makes a lot of sense.
Gordie goes out. The dog door claps in the mudroom. A long silence. Claps again. Gordie comes back and lies down at my feet knowing his breakfast is still a few hours away.
Cold gin. Makes a lot of sense.
The official YouTube video is at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofNDjpsVtYw
Well worth watching/listening.