Dreamtime
By Brigitte Grimm

Deep sundown.
Moon and stars,
white shadows in nocturnal sky.

Breathe the silence
outside.
Come sit
on the cold cement steps.
No need to close your eyes to find darkness;
it surrounds.

Darkness breeds mirrors.

In the stillness and the quiet
self cannot be denied.
You
alone with you
content in knowing.
Drain your brain
of the day
by counting wishes in the sky.