It is hide and seek for adults.
Blue light- sunlight shuttered, save for bordered slivers.
Head laid softly to rest after a sleepless night. Outside,
Gates creaking: foot-falling, letter-slotted sounds.
Thrum of engines,
Whisps of songs from car radios
Snatches of converstion.
Dust motes dancing in the light shafts of the window.
Silence, in the dusky moments before sleep.
Pajamas tangled. Folded. Washed up on tides of sleep:
Not yet needed.
The night shift is hours away. So many minutes…
Yet here I am. Breathing.
With shadows dancing behind my eyelids
© Tom Tide 2016