Night Visions
What wondrous nature I notice
When my bladder calls at night
Emptying
A full moon rising with me
Blue light cast down
Chilling
A clock tower through the trees
Me without my glasses
Fooling
A black bird atop a bare tree
Swaying in an ice storm
Balancing
A carnivore crow weighted carrying
A smaller bird in its beak
Struggling
Leafless sycamore black in winter
Mimicking depths of sea coral
Swaying
Houses cool with outward shadows
Windows lit warm randomly
Living
Smoke ascending from towers of brick
Fuel and wood and home fires
Burning
Me still inside pondering and empty
One day I will just be
Nothing
My window is but a thin pane of glass
Between me and everything dark
Outside existing
— A.R.
Rooftops at Night by Stapleton Kearns
sometimesihatemycat 
ah, the beauty of the midnight tinkle
Giggling, yes. Banal and poetic at the same time. Humans are such messy and wonderful creatures, aren’t we?
‘messy and wonderful’ – completely agreed
I often wonder why the banal can’t be romantic…especially when we all relate to it.
probably because the banal is so banal that, by definition, we cannot relate to it because we are always looking for the supra-banal through which to define ourselves better than we really are … ‘banal’ is an excellent opportunity to ‘down-size’ to our true selves … ah, the beauty of the midnight tinkle
Agreed and still giggling…I love the joy of giggling, especially about a profound conversation that begins with a midnight tinkle. Banal is beautiful…because guess what…it’s all we have in the end.
yep, and banal is beautiful as well when we have the humility (and relief!) to accept that – despite all our Grand Plans and Vanities – that we are nothing more or less than our most banal banality … and that we’re good with that
Thank you for reading, for the chat, and for the giggles.