Carve the Night

Today’s draft is inspired by the noises of a new space.

Noise carves the night into pieces

held and warmed in my hands

or tossed with great force into the street

five stories down.

“I Wanna Dance with Somebody” means pedicabs on the

first threshold of a bacchanal evening,

hours where Sense still lives, but,

it is getting its coat and headed for the door.

By the hour of a single voice above the din —

“It’s my birthday!” —

Sense has ridden home in the last pedicab,

everything melts —

sound, color, loose stumbling joints.

Four male voices chanting something ancient,

or something quite new,

cut free the last noises of the night.

Silence waits on the doorstep,

will step in and walk — for a moment —

clearing space for the garbage truck engines

to tow in another sunrise.