My mother sits in the dark quiet, The house asleep around her Cigarette glowing, Cold coffee in her cup. I surprised her once. Coming home from a noisy evening I flicked on the light. She was sitting at the kitchen table Wrapped in her fuzzy robe. I shut the light and went to bed. We never spoke of it. Now years away from my mother’s house I sit in the dark, quiet, The house asleep around me Staring at the moon.