in the quiet
lights out, time for sleep, sitting here
in the dark
in the quiet
the only sound the baseball game
still playing in the bedroom as my husband sleeps
there is always a game on somewhere in the house
i don’t mind, it has become the background music of my life
sometimes i turn baseball on when i am here alone
just because it feels normal, soothing
it is late, very late, i should be asleep
but i sit here
fingers itching to write
not sure what they want to say, these fingers
but i let them talk anyway
i wish i could sit here in the dark, in the night, in the quiet
not so tired, and listen to the night
or that game or just the sound of my own breath
i wish it was that night, but instead it is a night
when i am too exhausted to go to bed
another time i will sit here
in the dark
in the quiet
in the night
i will listen
