Dark of Night

 

Even in the dark the familiar remains so

Walking through the house with no lights

We still can navigate without calamity

And get to where we’re going

What sense is it that guides us there?

So few bruised shins as we thread the needle

Of our pre-mapped design in our minds

Is there light within our memories

To guide us, or perhaps we sense objects

Being able to skirt around them, slowly

Of course, there is no telling why

We should be wandering about 

In the dark of night without putting on a light

But here we are, perhaps having heard a noise

And perhaps we are routing a thief

Who stumbled into the wrong door

Or that necessary trip to the bathroom

All good reasons to be up and about

In that dark of night