The Perfect Goodnight

The noise never changes.

Not quite the stroke of midnight,

Not quite the hour of day;


It’s traffic, restless motion.

There’s time for that.

There’s time for money

And time for duty,

A time for obligations

And a time for necessity.


But, right now?


Now is the time to sit and listen,

To wait for the rain to start falling,

Instead of scrambling inside

When the sun’s out,

Instead of hoping for morning

When there’s a perfectly good night.