Night (not by Elie Wiesel)

I Love the feel of night
As it settles throughout the house
Dining room chairs
Fade into simple, smooth silhouettes
Their wooden shapes shine from moonlight
As if outlined in glass
The soft hum of appliances
Syncopate with the sound
Of laughing unsettled floorboards
Coaxing the mind to rest.

Sleeping chests rise, slow breaths,
Soft ticking on the kitchen wall
All drone on with the same
Quiet voice, night rhythm
all of day’s silent sounds
reverberate in the darkness.
Night slides viscously into my room
Like fragile beating of an infant’s breath.