In the night,
something furtive and secret
something that could have been
but the day
went by too soon
the cracks between
between the suspension
of dreams
the side
of the house
reflected
the orange blossoms
curl and wait
to unfurl again
the thick bread and butter
on the stove
brings excitement
cinnamon and raisins
lighting up the night
togetherness,
safety
somewhere in the circle
of the velvet quiet
where we're heading,
there's just
no knowing
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
