November 3, 2014


When I turn
out the light,
letting night
fill my room,
only then 
am I at home,
invisible, like before 
I was born.

I know it's best
to awake in sun,
sleep in shadow,
but only at night 
am I alive,
hearing the wind, 
the steady rise 
and fall of your breath.

I begin at last,
to understand
why stars 
appear in darkness, 
why we're first
made to listen, 
long before
we can see.