When The Time Comes
For now, I will stay in the darkened comfort
of my bedroom, shades drawn down like half closed eyes
squeezed against the too bright light.
I will stay here as long as I need to.
When the time comes, perhaps at dusk,
when the light and the world are softer,
I’ll hear a robin’s song and be drawn outside
out into the blue dome of night with golden stars waiting
and see the new moon smile.
for the Bruschinis