Quiet, almost silent.
Sitting on the rooftop
I stare into the night sky
And look at the constellations.
It’s quiet, almost silent
If it wasn’t for the chickens chirping
Or a car driving by periodically.
It’s nice up here
Getting lost in the heavens
Almost everyone is sleeping
Which makes it easy to drift into thought
Without being interrupted.
Gazing into the blue hue as it turns from dark,
Hearing alarm clocks go off in the distance,
I know I have to get up.
Although I dread needing to get up and live,
I know I’ll be back tonight.