I dream of day.
Baba says, “daytime is bright. Sometimes too bright and raw.”

I dream of night.
Baba says, “nighttime is dark and chilly, the sky looks inky black.”

“Sometimes,” Baba says, “the in between is the most beautiful thing.”

Baba and I dream of morning.
The day is beginning, but softly and quietly.

Baba and I dream of evening.
The sun drifts to sleep and the sky quiets.

“Sometimes,” Baba says, “the in between is the most beautiful thing.”

 

Published in Root & Star Magazine, May 2016