I remember you wakened to a scratch on the roof
under your window:
a raccoon dismayed at its own arrival
couldn’t figure
how to disentangle itself
from the wide, deep intrusion of space
where no limb or branch, not even a lisp of leaves
overhangs to grab hold of, no fire escape
antenna, gutter, downspout, nothing
but to stand alone, pinpoint eyes seeing
all too well the confines of its island cell
You, always accomplice to escape,
opened the window
encouraged confusion to enter
to cross the darkened floor to the unlit hall
the hall to the stair to the door to the street
and leave,
a gray-black thread
marking
your own map of passage