Gnight
from the moment of total darkness when you close your eyes
To your mind
searching for anything—
A dream of summer, a familiar path, building from that source, until you find your bearings.
You are at home inside yourself-
You needed only a strand of your day to dream.
Gnight to you
& the stories that you tell yourself,
The ones that whisper,
“And that’s who I am.”
You are not your worst moment nor your finest hour.
Not your most maddening habit nor your mother's favorite childhood anecdote.
You've got the pen.
It's your story. You, love.
You.