It's 2 a.m. and sleep eludes,

the thinking brain twirls,

the breath moves softly,

the heart expands,

sending peace, 

to the tired ones

who stretch the dollar,

who give thanks for each penny,

to the old ones (the old old dog at son's house yesterday lying quietly on the floor looking at me with gentle watery eyes)

who take each breath

with little left,

energy shifting

to immanent departure.

Sending peace,

peace, a great gift

that makes the day,

and the night at 2 a.m.,

just fine.