Open Windows

The darker and more silent the night, 
the more I want to open the windows wide 
and stand in the cold breeze 
with a blanket tight across my shoulders, 
my only sense of security. 
As I get older, there’s no end 
of things to surprise me on autumn nights, 
and maybe that’s just what I need 
to find my tenuous place beneath 
this fathomless sky.