Enclosed
Oct 13 2009


I take comfort
after dark,
the warm lights in the windows
waiting to welcome me home;
the world shrouded in darkness
except for the silvered circle
close-by
that moves with me as I walk,
looking down
taking notice
of a small circumscribed world
that seems transformed.

There is so little time
as I move through fall;
the days getting shorter
so it feels like peering-out at daylight
through a quickly narrowing slot.
Night encroaches
from both ends at once,
making us all nocturnal creatures
— the early risers,
those who prefer the dark.

So we hustle through daytime
getting things done,
then eat and sleep
and watch;
close observers
unintentional poets,
conjuring a whole universe
from the microcosm,
enclosed by night.