And so I go

wandering about the house

picking up my thoughts

from the chair,

from the couch

from the table.

Looking for understanding

Why do I walk at night

in the dark

in the silence?

The light of the salt lamp

Soothes my edgy mind.

How did I get here?

I can’t explain it

I was alone

For so long.

There is a man who walks with me

Asks, cares,

Finds a piece of me that I missed.

Hands it to me

In the pink light

And caresses my head.

Alone no more

I take it in.

Finding peace in this early morning hour.

 

By Deborah E. Dayen