In the Middle of the Night 083013

I rise in the middle of the night,
to read poems in the bathroom
until my restlessness finds accord
with reality.
When I finally turn out the light,
a unanimous darkness envelopes me.
It's OK, though.
My feet, in their blind wisdom,
know the way to bed,
and I return to your warmth, as a ship
returns to port after a perilous voyage.
You throw an arm across my chest,
like a hawser, mooring me
to the dock of you, drawing us together,
unti I am home, I am yours,
and finally, and once again,
at rest,
I once was lost, but now I am found.
It's OK, I murmur,
it's OK.