midnight wind chimes

wandering around the house at midnight,

on a secret mission

(for tums

or advil

or something else i’ve forgotten) --

i am akin to silence:

we are partners in the night.... 

creeping through her,

(silence, yes, feels like a ‘she’....)

with her, around her,

we do our care-full duties....

•

then breezes

stir the windchimes on the deck,

drawing my gaze outward:

silverglow from the moon,

muffled under wooly cloud,

and underneath,

even birds hunker....

•

silence and i pause on our rounds

and take in the breeze,

the chimes,

the hunkering birds,

and we hug ourselves just a little bit –

grateful for shelter,

and children,

and each other....

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©2015

beth anne boardman