Day and Night

The days swirl into a homogenous mess,
as instant coffee swills around in paper cups.
The sky says it is day and so we wake and we work,
(Under the scorching sun, we wage war--
against time, and energy, and space--
You and me, against the universe.)
We work and we stay awake and then it is dark.

In the dark, the world slows down.
Thoughts finally pull apart from each other,
and they walk with us in the black and white and grey.
Under the moon, there is peace. Clarity in places
where there is total darkness. The universe opens up,
and the sky gives birth to the billion questions.
The heavens whisper their secret answers,
(It is a shame--)
We only hear them in our dreams.