Night expects us

Night expects us,

opens a door to take us in,

reminds us we are always welcome,

even when the landscape has become unfamiliar

and we feel our way forward

by touch,

as we did in an unremembered past,

counting each bone of the ribcage

to navigate our way

through darkness

and memory of how

to begin again,

of the way past and present

meet in a confluent of arrival

and departure,

how just breathing in,

and out,

must be enough,

how Eliot was right

about beginnings and endings,

and that what we stand on,

even in loss,

is anchored in a deep cathedral

of rock and magma

that will always support our weight.