Curving toward the center

My neighbors’ shouting woke me up last night
and so, awake, I stumbled to the bathroom,
and upon my return, I was struck
by the frame of moonlight-drenched carpet –
my window, achingly luminous
and through it, there she was, watching,
unperturbed, and, their shouting having died away
what was left:
Her beauty
silence

© Meisaan Chan