Sometimes when it’s night
I imagine what’s lurking in the dark
What the darkness envelops –
A two-headed monster or
an angelic host, I wonder…

Sometimes when it’s night
I wonder what people are up to
in that cover of darkness
Eating their last supper?
Discussing details of the day
or planning the day ahead?
Whatever they plan, do, or go through
It is a relief that the night
will soon pass.
And, light breaks, to herald dawn –
the coming of a new day –
birthed by the night.