Working Hours 4
at night i felt it once before
a time of giving, choosing.
a place in cotton dreams and flesh
and rhythm, motion like the waves on the rocky shore.
i can quite catch the notion of motion,
no more than i feel
the breath in my breathing.
at night i felt it once,
just in the time of night happening dreams.
it revealed a time of fright and darkening shadowed,
hollow.
i ran in from it, to the safety of
and embrace, once.
once it helped, and then
nothing is as nothing is.
she chases away the nightening dark.
the shadows speak, her voice they run.
at night i felt it once before,
in the breathing beyond myself i found it(peace).
(2008)
