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| One Dark Night |
I wake in the night to have tea.
Tea and a muffin.
Chamomile tea and a muffin spread with chewy honeycomb.
A crumbly corn muffin sticky with comb.
The sleeplessness is instantly transformed into a treat.
Funny how that goes,
The way you can find pleasure in the smallest of things,
Like the ritual of tea.
So what might have been tossing and turning becomes instead the silent space of reflection.
I'm awake enough to browse Bella Grace and to write in its margins.
Ideas. Inspirations.
This is, after all, not a bad time to be awake.
The dark outside a comfort and the window ajar.
No one else stirs, not even the dog.
Especially not even the dog, who curls like a snail.
Often worries come at night.
Things always, as they say, look better in the morning.
Emily Dickinson writes, "Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door."
But tonight I am happy it is two in the morning.
I have hours in this peaceful room edged with shadows.
A soothing hot drink and some honeycomb,
A pen and some margins to write in.
Such simple things to enjoy.
I might settle into sleep
Or settle into wakefulness
In a pool of light with only black beyond the fringes as close as I can feel.
by Nina Naomi
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