Night Owl
I don't understand morning people.
To rhapsodize about dawn,
or about the dew on the grass,
and how it is always darkest before...
I only see the sunrise if
I lose track of time
and accidentally stay up all night.
There is peace in the night,
in the silent world,
with no demands.
There is solace in the world
where everyone is sleeping,
but I can create and dream awake.
I hear the tap of my keys,
even the sound of my breathing.
The cat is content nearby.
The sky is black and eternal,
and the laughter of nearby neighbors
is clear as a bell,
reminding me that I am not alone.