To My Neighbours

the tiny sliver

of patchworked

midnight

hugged closely the

contours of dawn

in the few moments

between today and tomorrow;

yesterday and today.

when light filters in

so weakly like

a dying lamp

and the sky is

a blurry grey;

when shadows melt

into each other

coalescing into a

shapeless figure of the

here-and-now,

i am unafraid,

and so you will hear

those familiar pattering

footsteps pass all

your closed doors.