Twilight to dawn

Twilight to dawn

Where do you suppose the light goes
when the shadows creep in?

I never felt quite myself
until night came on, like a fever

The warmth spreading to heat
the mind shifting to another plane
creating something palpable
this great want of words

Molding it and giving it legs
letting it go and watching it
walk, run, and wander around

or lying back while it
dances on the ceiling

more than vapour
less than clay
slipping out with the start
of a new day

Cookbook, page 29

Breakfast was unsatisfying
The sunshine made too much of it all
The rain is coming, not nearly soon enough
The birds complained about the bread crusts
(breakfast, sun, rain, birds, bread)
Recipe for a morning.

The night was interrupted twice
The stars made 2 a.m. worth it
I found myself dozing, pen in hand
The rain (still) has not arrived, and I wait
The birds sang me awake so I could write to you
(night, stars, pen, rain, birdsong)
Recipe for joy.

carousel
of random thoughts
carry me
past this place
into our first apartment
our noisy haven

with a date
written
into my notebook
and your eyes seeking mine
for the first time in a decade
I can sleep now