I am no longer worried that the night will
swallow me whole.
I like the night in winter now.
It coos me to sleep.
It cradles me.
It quiets everything.
I have never been someone to set my life by
the sunrise.
I have always had my mind
elsewhere.
But this year, for some reason
I don’t fully understand,
this year, God said, you can get up
and see the sky I have waiting for you.
The days are shorter--
My husband, he
knows the time.
He could tell you
when, exactly, the sun will rise each day
when it will set each night
when the day is that will be the darkest
when the day is with the most light.
I married him because he remembers and
notices
time’s pass—
I’ve lived and loved light, but
just when light happened
I had left a mystery.
Now, here, on my phone it tells me
everything about it
and if I look up long enough
I won’t miss a single sunset
either--
