At Twilight, when the day and night blend together,
as at dawn, but deeper,
A fuzzy crescent moon follows me home,
peering down at me and my wake:
A few full hours of children, shouts and screams and games
left behind too soon. I sigh bewildered.
Glowing windows and smells of food remind me that I’m lonely
and I know I’m not alone in this-
half the faces I pass are furrowed with the lonesomeness
of night, the worry of the day, the fears and cares continuous-
I learn that no one can take these from us,
it is simply a process of undoing, of letting go…
Consoled by the moon and gentle night,
I wander home, at Twilight.