Notes From The Back Porch at 2AM

I’m standing on the back porch without expectation.  I only know I need to be outside.

Small deep blue clouds fill the sky. The clouds closest to the moon are edged in moonlight.

The moon is a boat of hard light.

There is one red star (or is it a planet) on the horizon and higher, a sparkle here and there between the quick-moving clouds.

Now a flash of light in the southern sky.   Lightening softened by distance.

Crickets and frogs hum steadily, a blanket infusing the air, caressing my bare skin.

On top of that, an owl singing the night.