I step out of the light and steam of the kitchen,

Away from the hum of the fridge,

From the smell of cake and jam.

Orion hangs overhead in the cool still air.

The moon

Floats with him.

Light, noise and steam are shut in.

Night is out.

One breath.

Two breaths.

The night whispers.

Memory of the day fades

Into inky black sky.

I am caught.

Held.

Soothed.

By velvet silence.