Night falls over us
blanketing the world

the crows settle into
the thorny branches of the mesquite

the troubles of the day
drift into stars and clouds

swift moving and silent
a world unto themselves

remembrance calls us
sentiment and obligation

weighing heavy
over dreams lighter than air

a sleeping house
and slumbering children

a moment of balance
each breath taken in safety

an immeasurable gift
precious
fleeting ~ Caroline A. Slee