I love lights
at night and 
in the morning 
when it’s dark 
switching them on
and feeling home
there’s a warmth
to lights a
comfort that says 
you’re welcome here 

The gas station is 
so is the burger 
place the coffee shop
to all three up
lights on and ready 
to do for those 
unable to at home 
cars pull up people 
get out just zombies 
sleep walking through life 

I haven’t looked at
night in a while 
not that it changes 
as much as reminds
life it seems goes
on even while others 
sleep and slowly rise 
dawn always brings hope 
for coffee at least 
or tea I suppose 
but who drinks tea 

The days stretch 
now to weeks
maybe to months 
before seconds became 
minutes became hours 
and hours into 
days and days 
into nights and 
we were someone 
but just when 
we learned how 
to dance the
hour glass ran
out of precious 
sand and we 
became a calendar 
and a calamity 

I am happy 
not the immediate 
gleeful giddy kind
but the deep 
sigh quiet kind 
the no need 
for anyone else 
kind the self 
silly crack me 
up when no
one’s looking kind
the kindly kind