Life does not just sleep
In the darkness.
Even when there is too little light
To see
There is movement,
Stretching upward, outward
Down into sweet earth.
Fertility abides without illumination
Resounds in the quiet
The soft hooting of an owl
Outside the window
Under countless stars
Within infinite galaxies.
Darkness invites light,
Night, the burgeoning dawn.
Everything precious, mystical
In an ephemeral moment.
An Unexpected Life 