Happy Some Before Dawn

Quieter, still quieter, quiet down the energy pent up today,

for such recklessness cannot sit wasting by the window ledge at night

singing bold words to front the rising moon,

upstart voice of a vague promise made once to a dying love.

Focus now on how the dishes must be done and the skirt sewn, so

make up all your quiet work and wonder less, unthink

how your instrument sits strung in the corner,

lax in tuning and bowed in silent rest, waiting

while you must sit squinting your real work by the moonlight

fading through the window as it heads away to morning

all your soundless toiling, and sometimes smiling night.

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