here is "At Night:"
As I lay here and watch the sky get black,
I recall the demands of the day.
Everything seems so trivial now—
Each hurried event more distant than the next.
The harmony of leaves rustling in trees and the smell
of the summer wind lull me to a sleepy calm.
And as the sky turns from purple, to navy, to black,
I envision God dimming the sun
and saying, "Shh..." as she slowly pulls the shade
over her sky-window
and then clicks on the night-lights,
one by one,
turning on the stars to twinkle reassurance and urge a new perspective:
to remember my place in this world.
I am but an atom in this infinite universe—
Below the stars,
Below the stars,
the moon,
the quiet clouds that pass steadily below them,
the trees turning gently in their breezy beds,
and the town.
And beneath this great mystery I lay,
not wanting for another day.
