Nobody says Goodnight

I wait for you like a storm comes to pass

like a farmer smells the air

nodding his head

wrinkled hands hold a mug

Good Dog dots the distance

its bouncing fur

partners with the wheat field

we dance

The past caves in 

unsettling the night

my bed takes warmth

from me

I long for a better blanket

and pillows too soft, too big.

The lights take their rest

how quickly they retire

even the blinking fire alarm

has mysteriously gone dark

I reel in sleep

zipping my day up

like a winter coat

and climb in

silently