Rain falls all day and into night.
Even so we leave our homes,
Sit with others in darkened theaters.
People talk of food and of broken dreams.
Many stare at their lighted phones
And hope to read something true.
People everywhere toast the night,
Laugh at being an elephant in a room.
Easily they take command of night
While others stare at walls that mock
The thin blankets of their misery.
Back at home we sit and read
Safe tonight from our deepening needs.
© Lennard Pierson
