Night Mother

The cool night is gentle

It never barges in

- even when I do.

From my toughest nightmares

Awake or asleep

It shelters me

Knowing just how to humm...

And even when the chimes of night

Don't soothe me back to sleep

I'm blessed to bathe

In the quiet dark

She says, "Don't you see your thoughts are too loud for right now, my dear?"

Every star

Every stone

Every tree -

Even the moon is mindful at this time

Shining without noise...

When I think about this,

Some nights angry

Some crying,

Sometimes both -

No care in the world

No worming thought

No booming ache

Can move me to forsake my Dark Mother.

It's simply nature

That when I open my heart

The swells of voices in my head

Dissolve like waves into her sea.

This poem is part of a series of 25 daily word experiments I am committing to for the month of October. The motto: “Sometimes garbage, sometimes sweet, not fun everyday, but everyday anyway!” Intrigued to experience what can be created (and discovered) in the process of developing a consistent writing practice, I will be writing a poem a day until my Vocal+ subscription ends at the end of the month. Let’s gooooo!