The minutes tick by
in unparalleled lines of confusion
as I lie in the dark and
count breaths,
count calls of the barred owlet,
count beats of my heart.
I envy your snores in oblivion.
It takes so much longer for reentry these days
and I see the confusion in your eyes
as you wonder
who the hell is this alien in your airspace?
I want to apologise,
to reach out and stroke those ruffled feathers,
but I don’t recognise these fingers
or trust this foreign tongue.
So I keep quiet
in the still darkness,
waiting for my heart’s beat
to slow to the rhythm
of yours.