The Earth spins and a shadow is cast,
The leading edge of a dark wave.
At the threshold of this darkness I hold my breath,
Straining to hear the invisible line of sound that marks night’s descent,
The moment when bird song softly melds into a chorus of the spring frogs,
Sinking into silence as the Barred owl calls for its mate.
The absolute stillness of the witness…
to see, to know, to be awake, to fall in love with the world,
while others sleep…
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