Just there
in the quietest part of the day,
the night really,
my heart is pounding
and I worry I will wake something
that should sleep a little longer.
There’s no map
for the moonless night
so I keep bumping into things
and I wonder if I’ll be able to keep up
laughing off the bruises in the morning
or if I’ll learn to stay still.
The Word Rummager 
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