Writing Blog

Night

5/12/2017
11:37 AM

Night, moves along at his own pace
Quietly, noisily
comforting, disconcerting
a friend, a foe
limiting freedom
of movement
visibility
sense of control.
Anything is possible
in the dark.
The day is not that clever,
we see what we see.
At night, the darkness
allows us only to see
what it wants us to see.
Night, always in charge always in command
always in control
as we move gingerly through it
subject to his will
hoping the scary things
we think we see
are not really there
and only in our heads.
Mom, can you leave
the light on?
“There’s nothing to
be afraid of”
Easy for you to say.
Night’s only promise:
Maybe, just maybe,
one more day.