Winter Solstice

I sleep with the window open 
so I can hear the street. 
Cars rush by, dragging music 
through the air like a ribbon. 
The sidewalk gleams orange 
from the streetlights and everything
is quiet, asleep, even the trees. The dark is pulled taut 
around the stars. This night 
has opened itself completely, 
wholly to everything. 

I look at it with my whole face.