Nights
What are nights for?
Nights are when we sleep.
They come, they rest us
Time and time over.
They are to be content in:
Where can we rest but nights?
Oh, solving that question
Brings the guru and the fortuneteller
In their colourful robes
Sitting with their hands perched.
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot (Two versions), OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.
In dialogue with Philip Larkin’s «Days».
