when night falls

when night falls
I turn on the electric fan
and pretend it's the wind
in from North Africa
and I am sleeping outside

when night falls
I open the window
and hope for a breeze
the sound of a foghorn
or a bugle
like I used to hear
in my hometown

when night falls
I can lie in the darkness
and be anything I want to be

and I am not afraid
and I am not afraid