Perhaps on the day time leaves me behind
like an earring
slipped behind a couch,
perhaps on that day: calm and humility.
But probably not. Probably, mostly fear.
Probably a long summer dusk,
swallows followed by bats.
If I’m lucky, an extra quilt
to throw over me at the last moment
because the nights are chilly here
and it is good to sleep the night through without waking.