This is the night. Where are you?
In your bed, in your home?
Are you safe or are you alone?
Does this day end with dreams in comfy bed,
Or grow long and unsettled with regret and dread?
Is it silent and warm, beneath thick cover?
Or perhaps it is lonely and cold without lover?
Is there silence out the window in late of night?
Or distant roar of cars that run the red light?
I go to silence, to cats, and to dark,
Feet crunch on old snow through dim-lit park,
Tonight, I’ll not dream, nor worry, nor toss,
Today is now over, no gain and no loss.
©2014 James Takeo