Quietly

The dark lingers longer
like a curtain half shut the view is partial.
The cicadas left still sing their song,
but quietly, quietly.

No matter, I wake at 3 or 4
And my time in darkness,
moniter reflecting words,
stretches, stretches.

Pre-parent I was night owl
just now tumbling into bed.
Now hours before the sun
Crawling, crawling out.

The biggest draw of dark?
The silence that embraces
aloneness in purest form.
So quietly, so quietly.