Today’s Poetry Type:
Podcasts heard in the night
While the full moon scuttles through clouds above
There with her in her world
Chatting together while dawn birds sing
This lovely glowing girl
Blossoming dewy morning glory
Rooted in love’s soft soil
In the radiance of bright new day
One of my favorite things about the way we live is how naturally it flows. Sometimes, my daughter and I meet in the deep of the night, when we’re both awake. We might go for a walk on our quiet country road, if the weather is good. In those times, we tend to share secrets and deep conversation. We’ve greeted more than a few dawns together, walking, or sitting in the camp chairs in our front yard, watching the world lighten and awaken.
Other times, we sit in my study or the living room, and chat. We might watch videos (some of hers, some of mine), or listen to a podcast of Welcome to Night Vale, a Lovecraftian fictional community radio show.
So many conversations, and so much closeness, have been inspired by these middle-of-the-night, the-world-has-grown-quiet times. It’s a luxury we couldn’t entertain nearly as often if we followed a schedule dictated by the clock rather than our own internal rhythms.