ONE DAY...AT A TIME

The night
enters into the house.

It has the soft voice
of summer.

The moon, obedient
waits outside

tells a bird to be quiet.

The night enquires
about my health

asks me how
the cancer is
treating me.

I grin.

“We’re strange bedfellows
but...we get on! ”

“We have our
...moments.”

The night smiles
softly to herself

chats easily
as I fall asleep

listening to her soft voice
of summer.

When I awake
she has gone

and morning
grins

talks loudly
in that sunlight & birds
voice of his.

“Well, well
look who’s still here! ”

I grin
again.

“Hello...yourself! ”