National Poetry Month, V. 7.0, Day 26

Today's offering is not something I have experience recently.  In fact, it's only happened a few times that I know of in my life.  Some people are lucky enough to sleep every night all the way through.  I.....will probably never be that person.  I usually wake at least once during the night.  I don't always remember it, or do anything in that moment.  Most nights, it's just turn over and go back to sleep.  But sometimes, there's something there, something in that moment that makes me stop and take stock.  Today I decided to write about that moment.

Thanks for reading,

Me

one small moment

in the pre-dawn hours i awoke,
and all was silent,
the sounds of the city vanished
in the darkness.
i could not tell if it was the first deep breath of morning,
before life began a new day,
or if it was the death-knell marking the end of yesterday.
in that briefest of moments,
only one thing remains certain:
i was there to witness it, 
and i lived fully in that moment,
mourning the loss of one day
and celebrating the beginning of another.