A Summer Kind of Mind
Sleepless with windows open,
we breathe air sifted through screens.
The breeze lifting the curtains,
sneaking a quick little peek
into the gloom of our room.
One of us stands gazing out
into the glow of the night,
listening for crickets and
night birds. The other of us
watches a halo take on
the shape of a human form
as if an angel had slipped
into the room fully clothed.
We take turns alternating
between all darkness and light,
what is with what might have been.