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
September 9th, 2010 at 8:44 am
I have those nights but normally I just lie in bed while tidbits of thoughts float around the room unable to grasp on to any one in particular.
September 9th, 2010 at 9:26 am
too exhausted to sleep….something only a woman understands, me thinks.
i have that background “music” too….right now it’s tennis….sometimes it’s golf and soon, football…..but it does soothe, so that’s okay.
September 9th, 2010 at 10:40 am
it is a gift, those nights when we are not tired to just with the dark, and they come too rarely, so seldom. they are like easter eggs, you just happen upon them – if you look for them, they will stay hidden. and so we sit. you sit. and we search for the words to say we are tired, or the words to deny that exhaustion, pretend, pretend, pretend, we tell ourselves. at least i do. it doesn’t work, and it doesn’t matter. the dark cares not whether you are tired or fully awake – it sits with you anyway, glad for the company. it needs no words. xoxo
September 9th, 2010 at 11:01 am
too tired, wired tired, I understand …
September 9th, 2010 at 1:08 pm
The image is haunting … “in the dark in the quiet in the night i will listen”. I can barely make out your silhouette from the faint light filtering through the blinds. Are you smiling or crying? I can’t tell … you are quiet also …
Your fingers did a great job!
@DeciduousTree
September 9th, 2010 at 5:21 pm
Poetic is what you are.
September 10th, 2010 at 12:16 am
Been there, done that. Hope you get some rest.
jj
September 10th, 2010 at 8:41 am
you, too, my thel? i’ve had a string of late nights of late. i’ll be listening for you . . .
September 10th, 2010 at 9:31 pm
I am missing you tonight so I came to visit your beautiful site. A breath of fresh air. Thank you, I love you.
September 29th, 2010 at 10:00 pm
I wish I could write like you, as Margaret Laurence once said, “When I say “work” I only mean writing. Everything else is just odd jobs.”