POETRY
At Night
Published in
Jun 26, 2021
Can you hold your breath forever?
Or long enough for the years to stop, little boy?
Worrying at the window
The fate of the planet and galaxy
Why the universe has forced you into a teaching job
Or what the doctors might find
Is no hobby for a boy of nine
We could cuddle by the window
Imagine snow and silence
Listen to our birds sleeping
And feel blessed with love