October 2009 Gazette

At 3 am
Shapeless silver-shod moonlight splashes
the polished floorboards where I like to stand
with you
at 3 am
while your breathing follows an arc
back to sleep
in my arms
While I wait
for an arrival of steady rhythm:
rise and fall, rise and fall
and the soft weight of sleep
to hold your weight against me.
The curtain is half-open against the quiet world
where everyone is asleep in their own silence,
Except you
and me,
But I can wait,
I’ve got all night
And nowhere else to be.

© Cameron Hindrum
Cameron is the coordinator for the national Poetry Slam.