September 22. 2018

Insomnia

Awake

Again

But I am not sleepless as I wander each darkened room,

Pausing in doorways to measure silhouettes.

I am here

Listening to every movement

And each silence

in the night house.

This is the time that I find what I am looking for,

The perfect time to launch road trips and new ideas

And to pray,

To connect,

To listen to the world breathe.

I am safe within the strange, unspoken truce of the night.

I am deep in the early morning hours of sacredness

Where women in their awakening years

Hear things deeply

And rise to listen

And to walk the darkened house

Until light comes.