And it still is true...

(from August, 2013)

Middle of the Night

I rise in the middle of the night,
to read poems in the bathroom
until my restless mind finds diversion, or
detente, from my relentless negativities.
When, at last, I turn out the light,
a unanimous darkness envelopes me.
It's OK, though.
My heart and my feet, in their blind wisdom,
know the way to bed,
and I return to your warmth, as a ship
returns to port after a long, perilous voyage.
You throw an arm across my chest,
like a hawser, mooring me
to the dock of you, and draw us together,
until I am home, I am yours,
and finally, and once again,
at rest in your calm waters.
I once was lost, but now I am found.
It's OK, I murmur to my self,
it's gonna be OK.