Night time brings with it
a host of fearful thoughts crowding;
sickness striking and life changing forever,
debts looming and bills that can’t get paid,
governments floundering and security teetering,
nature hurling storms and earthquakes everywhere,
humankind falling, evil actions blighting all that’s good.
Scrolling the news in my cozy bed,
I rehearse this night time litany too many times to count,
adding it all up, building a tower of catastrophe,
and I pace its floors obsessively.
But then the moonlight touches my cheek,
recalling me to life
not death, not death.
The wind speaks through the eaves of the house,
the distant train whistles that we are on the move,
and there are these warm blankets.
Although I fear the future
the present moment is fine.
I breathe out these dark imaginings
breathing into this present,
believing it and it’s mine.