September 22. 2018
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 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.