Last night
just before 
dusk 
became
darkness
I walked – 
out beyond the world 
of my neighborhood – 
the air so crisp and clean
biting at my cheeks
until the staleness
of ten hours in a windowless office
was devoured.

Ah, 
I sighed,
Ah. 

Then
as the perfectly round
glob of the full moon
began peeking through leafless trees
the intensity of
answering questions
responding to needs
and
being on guard
melted away
into nothingness.

Ah,
I sighed,
Ah.

The nothingness of 
a warm stew for dinner
and tired feet in cozy slippers
awaiting my return
beckoned me from my home
calling me into 
its enveloping presence
called rest.

Ah,
I sighed,
Ah.

What glory lives and lolls
under the watchful eyes
of
the
moon.