Grace in the Night

Tonight, while my children sleep,
I'll walk out of the house.

I will go to the bend in the road. There,
I'll stand unprotected beneath the galaxies
with the silent breath of the night wind.

I'll let the natural world come to meet me
in my solitude, beside the dying weeds and broken fences. The cold will wake me.
Old white petals will swirl around parked cars.

From there, only my rooftop can be seen.
From there, I'll watch over my heart, aching and blooming.