I apparently fell asleep last night thinking I’d posted this but apparently not.
It is dark in the car in the driveway
because, and only because, my eyes are closed.
I sit. The quiet, gentle and all around.
A bird chirps, and chirps again.
In the few minutes since the key was turned,
car key and house key, still in my lap.
No radio, no music.
The night is coming on
the April-sodden path is dusky.
up the steps, a little creak;
above the door a string of small white lights
no sky full of stars but equally cheering
where there’s not enough light
to find the keyhole
now that night has chased me home
and to my front door.
I can visualize all of this in a happy way. You set it up so special.