In The Dark

Every day I balance

light and darkness,

babies and art,

solitude and people I long to see.

These moments, alone in the dark,

looking at a photograph

from a day when I got dressed

and made it out into the world,

yes, this silent 10:37pm poem

is worth the bone tired dizzy I'll feel

tomorrow as I grapple with 6am

because at least I have a moment

to examine

the ticking of my heart

and to say thank you

to infinity.

Yes, I need these moments alone

in the dark

and I need those two babies

waking me with powerful cries,

teaching me the world again

each morning.