You are so quiet tonight.
Your thoughts busily chatter away.
It’s what they do best,
When they are not nagging.
They will not stop any time soon.
You grow weary of the endless tirades.
Would they notice if you stepped out?

Outside stands a fountain that has dried up.
The nearly-full moon watches serenely.
It seems we are all waiting for something.
What I wonder?
“The source eternal,” answers the fountain,
“To be made whole,” adds the moon.
And what am I waiting for?

I turn to step back in.
“Stay with us, why the hurry to join your unruly companions?”
Why indeed?
After a while, I tiptoe in.
They are dozing off but thankfully are not roused.
They will be back tomorrow.
“The light of truth,” I mutter under my breath.