The night sky from far away

adapted from a found post-it note



In the darkest hours of nearly morning
at the end of a yearlong day
they said good night
from different oceans
closing the yearlong conversation
that had started under the same sky
a yearlong evening before

& hung up their phones
inevitably dreading wondering
what the dawn would bring
& what kind of day would come next.

The Earth had gone 'round the sun and nearly back again.
But first,
it is dark.