SECRETS NEED KEEPING
At 3 p.m. every day she begins longing for night.
Sweet Darkness, absence of Light.
Birds stop. Engines hush. Wind ceases. Crickets chirp.
Take a full, deep breath.
Quiet in the darkness, no moon,
she walks barefoot on the grass and dreams
of daytime solitude and quiet stillness.
Only then would it be possible.
For now, sunlight is too dangerous.
She so desires the dimming of bright,
the settling of activity,
the velvet softness of night,
and preparing for flight.
At midnight, in her private darkness,
in her solitary world, the runway lights blaze,
the music swells, and, alone in her room,
secure from intrusion, observation, judgment,
she opens her heart
and allows the angels to fly.
02/20/18