The night is not meant to be a quiet place.
There are creatures who can see in the dark.
Each one has desires they are here to satisfy.
They don’t question the instinct, they just hunt,
although when the light of day approaches,
it is too eye-bright, so they retreat.
The day soon teems with daytime creatures,
they are everywhere. Perhaps if they all froze
in place, the planet would leave its orbit
and drift off into deep space.
The night creatures would emerge and wander
through the petrified remnants of the day.
They would not go back to sleep.
The dark world would teem with their descendants.
There would be a poignant night music. Singers
would extend one note to impossible lengths.
The lonesome denizens of other spacial atmospheres
soaring softly through the vastness would hear,
they would immediately understand.
If we who are still here at this critical moment
could go quiet enough to listen for the sound
that is yet to come, we would not be sad,
we would understand how things are,
we would not complain.