wonder by lamp-light

a poem for the night owls

There is a road I travel oft’
I wander there each night
I light a little lantern and
I watch day’s birds take flight

I walk along the path and turn
whenever that path does.
I look up high,
up past the sky,

then ask.

It says,
“Because.”

The wand’ring road and I are
little dots upon the earth.
And yet, without this habit I would
fail to find my worth.

The lantern flic…