From the book:

Inexpressible

out on my back deck, looking into the woods
night turned barely morning, still almost black
as the Labrador by my side, I have a notepad
to capture my thoughts after dreaming

of my anger at some woman
who pointed a rifle at me
and several members of her household
and I yelled at her because my parents

always told me never to point a gun
at others, even unloaded, and my yelling
pierced my sleep and my wife woke me
from the nightmare and I remembered

my mom pointing a loaded rifle at my dad
and remembered her ordering me to load
a gun and shoot my father and
I remember again the dream

and how angry I was at the woman
for violating the rules and when
I came back inside my notepad

was empty

except for

what a beautiful spring morning,
azaleas pink and purple and the grass
high and green and ready for mowing