At Night, Poetry by Anton M. Rojkov

Genre: Nocturnal, Atmospheric, Night Shift

At Night
by Anton M. Rojkov

 

At night

When most bright colors retreat,

Stillness regains control

Over moving parts of the world.

Eyes miss details,

Hearing catches ghosts talking,

And I watch my skin

With more attention,

Finding myself fascinated

With blood streaming steadily

With bones cracking.

I wonder of grass breathing,

Springs running toward eternity,

Of a warm cup of tea

In a quite shop.

Peering into the dark,

Listening to the air moving

In no hurry, with no care,

As it always does,

But only now I notice.

At night

I want serene things,

Just like shadows swim

Through the streets

And rocks whisper by the bushes.

Working night shift shows so much beauty

In the non-human world

That I rarely witness.

At night

There are so many things

I think of doing during the day.

Then it arrives,

First lights break through.