When the dark night is so quiet,
the air thrums
with impatience at finding a break
in the smooth, sightless landscape.
My blood rises in anticipation
of a new challenge
in the mist, no matter
if it has two legs or wings or voice.
I can make it mine
with just a few lines to hold me steady,
for there is harmony in the unknown
and I relish the anxious silence
that comes before melody’s rush.