I love the quiet in deepest night,
love being the only mind awake.
My little street, my small hill-top
settle down into dream, at peace.
The town around them is also silent,
motionless – except
as I breathe in the welcoming dark,
I become aware of other nocturnals:
footfalls and scurries, wing flaps,
murmurs, tiny and brief.
Insects, reptiles, birds; my own cat, gazing
out the window; a guard dog’s distant bark.
And those others vibrating the air:
friendly presences not in body.
They too have their place, their time.
I feel their goodwill; they don’t intrude.
(My cat – any cat – would send malevolence
packing: with her mind. I’d scarcely notice.)
I make myself a delicious drink,
perhaps a snack. I begin to write.
Written for FridayWritings #202: What I Love About the Dark at Poets and Storytellers United.
I love the happiness you find in the dark and early hours - they certainly can be comforting - Jae
ReplyDeleteI think some of us do have a need for large doses of solitude.
DeletePS I've just decided that the 4-line verses I had made it a bit too jumpy to suit the subject matter, so have turned them into couplets. (I only wrote it a couple of hours ago, so it was still 'cooking' when posted..)
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