Evacuate

I like these things,
these nights
I'd forgotten.


The streets 
in the dark that carry
me in their awkward arms.
The way the trees rustle
and the wind sings
in the night.


The way my car sits
alone in the parking lot.
The soft calling of drunks 
in the distance, their
shenanigans an unruly adventure.


I missed the trees
and the walks
and the night.


The way the night
envelopes everything
and makes it different
and beautiful
and calm.


I could be in
a foreign town
in the cover of night,
but instead it is my own
streets I walk, so changed
by the moon's coming.


And that is ok.
It is alright.


Because I found
the night again.