Night

On a quiet night,

With a northern breeze

Whipping my hair against my cold cheeks,

I feel empty, whole, inspired, and melancholy

At the idea of running away with this fresh air.

On a quite night,

With stars jumping out from behind thin clouds,

I realize I can feel hopeful, ambitious, and at home

All at once as these lights whisper to me.

On a quite night,

With gentle waves swaying

And pulling the moon’s reflection

Back and forth along their surface,

I find myself reaching toward its fractured light.

I find myself wondering why we so often fear the night.

—Written by Sandy Heights