Awake

Midnight used to mean something

it used to be the threshold to another world

the world of adults

of mystery

of blue-black skies and silver clouds

it felt like stealing time

we should have been asleep

and were more awake because of it

 

I miss those midnights

instead of ghost stories

I hang clothes

instead of steaming windows

with my hopeful breath

I unload and load the dishwasher

I open the back door

feed the cat and

 

don’t look up

as shooting stars and lemon moons

are for the dreamers

and the young