Last October, unaware the moon, I came awake about 2am. A rumble was coming toward me from the north east. Had been awaiting it, didn't want it, yet knew this rumble solely mine to partake. With Beloved sound asleep beside me I had to get out of bed, and house, before that rumble arrived in fullness, in me. Something to be gotten thru, alone. . Barely, I made it out of the house. No shoes, no robe, merely a well worn white cotton Eileen West gown. Summer had stretched into October. . Out the…