Sneaking awake in the middle of the night,
softly brewing a cup of tea in the dark,
swaddling myself in blankets on the couch —
and the laptop opens like a mystic portal
onto a bright, sunny, Italian day.
Its light shines only on my face,
the music sings only in my headphones,
leaving the stillness of night unstirred.
Disregarding miles, time zones, and eyelids,
I find myself transported there with friends, family,
and the one, unmoving friend who no longer
needs even this technology to reach me.
Eventually the portal closes, folding
the waiting night back around me, but now
with an extra secret, sealed in my soul
before it can fade in the distractions of day.