Me and the Night Sky

It's just me and the

night sky now

the fire has died

and all is growing cold

Cricket songs spin on a loop

and laughter spills out of the

open windows in the tiny log cabin

The children will not sleep

even after hours of moving

moving on bikes

moving on legs

running walking creeping leaping

The children are covered in dust and

sweat and they are potent

if you know what I mean

But for now they are in their sleeping

bags and giggling

and I am out under the stars

with my melancholy

and I don't want to leave