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.