The Night Before

The town is too quiet for a Friday night…

even the dogs.

The day went too quickly, as if it knew

it’s time was up.

The moment before you strike a wooden

match with your finger, as you look at it,

tension, attention; nothing else.

How fresh, when the air is cleared,

when there’s nothing on the plate,

when the toys have been put away,

ready to slip back into eternity.

The new day will rise

with so much from yesterday 

not even a memory.