Night Feelers

Night has its own shadows
did you know?            

I walk in the black
down the stairs,
clinging to the shadow

A reluctant foot sends out a
grubby toe or two

Forward like feelers, blind
to the edge and over

Reporting back to the foot;
feelers of the foot

Night is naughty:
Here, a pin cushion masquerading as a pillow

Night is noisy:
Here, a refrigerator humming memories on full volume

Night is now:
Here, I am a tourist, feeling my ten tourist toes forward.