Poetry: Musings

It’s a calm night

No thundering trucks on the street

The neighbors are quiet

I debate checking in on them

But in truth, I feel that is intrusive

Care and concern are overmatched

Beaten back by reticence

I do worry about them

Just as I worry about all my darlings

I choose people in my life at random

And they come to mind on nights like this

I cannot even explain this

What attracts me to certain people

How to decide among them all

Who to worry over if things are rough

What people i laugh with

Where they are from

Hmm

A car actually drove past

What was i saying

Ahh yes

How are you, darling

Is all well with you?