Nighttime On My Balcony

Child of the night Eyes open ready to pounce. I feel weightless, buoy like, rocking gently with the waves. As the stars shine down on me and the moon smiles and glows, the man waves hello, then goodbye. The clouds pass over and form a giant flying saucer then dissipate into a thin line of cotton. I reach up and trace the Big Dipper with my finger, look around, take a breath and step inside.