Night

In a day full of chore we seldom think what peace is

All the meetings stuff in between lunch and breakfast and road home

Then dinner of family fun with a whole lot more wonderful engagement

By the time we put kids to sleep and prepare next’s day’s calendar then to bed

Taking over our windows and mirrors are not doors but iPhone and iPad

Yet occasionally we reach back to our childhood memories for this thing called night

The flickering lights mixed with dog barking and cat meowing and earth breathing

We can sense again the dust grounds its day’s effort and noises have their rest

The ridge of our roof becomes the cross hair of our lens

In came the vividly defined Moon occupying the vast starry sky

with the trees wash away their details of the day and merge into silhouette

This is the time the shapeless fire burning away the remaining loose desire

The simmering ember consumes all the left over fuel from the day’s affair

As our soot diffuses into this vast emptiness and quiet crystal clear

The anchor of the ship fell into the seabed then we can finally hear 

the cicadas singing taking over the receding thumping of the engine

and the whole world bathe in this great universe of healing and forgiving

and the peace can touch everyone without praying and bartering