It feels weatherless. There’s a slight breeze.
You wonder why you ever get frustrated.
How anyone in this world can dream an ill dream on anyone else
On a night like this one.
Somewhere somebody is in pain.
Someone someplace is being told news they’ll never unhear.
Who knows if they notice the atmosphere at all. Perhaps that’s all they notice.
On a night like this you can sleep outdoors. You don’t even need a tent.
You’ll rest in all that oxygen. You’ll feel like a million bucks.
You’ll say “It’s good to be here. It’s no trouble at all.”
Then the day will pass, as it was always going to.
We will not keep us from ourselves.
Not even on a night like this one.