A First Night

It could be a play by Bill, it could be a night in my van.

Last night.

Spring slip towards summer, thunder, lightning – it’s normal.

So I slip out of the house, say goodbye to stones walls and sleep outside.

Sometimes on the ground, sometimes in the van, doors flung wide to welcome the night.

The inside outside room has moved outside from inside (the van) and I have gone outside (house) and inside (van).

Last night for the first time.

An owl settled into the tree alongside outside at about 2am.

I woke.

I looked at the stars through the leaves of the oak tree.

I said sssshhhh.

The owl ignored me as owls always will, and I slipped back into sleep.

The rising moon woke me.

I dozed.

The owl came back.

I slept.

I dreamt.

Wild.

The dawn broke, my sleep and dreams too.

The birds began their song.

I rose.

Another day begun.

Another night done.