peace feels deeper in the morning
when the sun’s mission is to warm
bones and brighten hearts
ugly secrets and other confessions
awaken at night emboldened in
shadows that edge closer to the light
how consistently those cheerful beginnings
fade into the evening noise of windblown
reporters and noisier commercials before
a movie high-dives into the lake of my senses
still I sense things that creep along the lamp-glow
and know the difference between a stifled yawn
of tiredness and one running from the truth