Deep night pulls at the cords

Holding the curtains open to the empty street and pale yellow street lamps

No owls or slinking cats hovering in the shadows, waiting

Chance ticks off another point in the corner

Just beyond where the bulb throws itself around

We have something to lose in the spaces

The cracks and dipping floors

Something like the pieces

That we let fall there

We have something to lose in the remembering

Unclear and half forgotten

Too painful to hold onto

And to precious to let go

We have something to lose in the living

Something to love in the dying

Something to share in the being

Something to live in the sighing

And whispering of another morning

Before dawn fills the pavement and concrete

And low clouds mingle with the rising sun

Sitting here in the darkness

watching, listening to the evening stories

The clock tell its tale once again

~

Feb 2012