Shut the Door and Say Goodnight

Something harsh rushes past me tonight.
Perhaps it was the wind, a cold draft of the unknown,
making herself known.

I close my eyes for a moment of creamy peace
where I can feel myself sinking into the earth.

I have learned to simply melt from this body
into something greater than the wind,
like I am floating in a sun-warmed summer pond
and looking up into the blackness and stars.

Here, I am a reflection of that sky
walking backwards down the hall where nothing happens.

At the end of it all,
I will just shut the door and say goodnight.