Night Work
Night Work
All day long I crave the night,
not evening, but late, late night:
two hours after twilight
until just before dawn.
In that darkness I’m comforted,
and blend to a night cat
with two broken paws,
struggling to mend,
trying to discover a safer corner
in an over-turned box.
In that night I wait
a healing dream, a saving thought
to mediate dim shadows
of the joy that’s been lost:
A double solitude reduced
to just one.
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