Going to bed

I check the locks on the front door
    and the side door,
make sure the windows are closed
    and the heat dialed down.
I switch off the computer,
    turn off the living room lights.

I let in the cats.

    Reverently, I unplug the Christmas tree,
leaving Christ and the little animals
    in the dark.

The last thing I do
    is step out to the back yard
for a quick look at the Milky Way.

    The stars are halogen-blue.
The constellations, whose names
    I have long since forgotten,
look down anonymously,
    and the whole galaxy
is cartwheeling in silence through the night.

    Everything seems to be ok.

‘Going to Bed’ by George Bilgere, from Haywire.

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