Night Life
Darkness falls
like a womb encasing me.
A blanket of care
in the nurturing sky
amid a symphony
of hidden creatures.
The ground calls me
to touch it, relax on it.
Fear slowly leaves
like earthworms
abandoning the hot sun
in search of damp warm places.
The mystery above
shares its connection
with the history of time.
Images come alive
as the yin of the night caresses me
challenging my inherent numbness
and something inside softens
as if for the first time.
©2011 Sherrie Lovler