Comfort Mood

Brood? Not today.

Food? Plenty, yea,
verily mostly, as words
again fail to say
what I mean.

But here we are
once again
trying to articulate
the things that don't need
any of that.

Onto the midnight express with 
no intention of making the time.

Sleep will arrive on chickadee wings
alighting branch as someone else sings.

I'm sitting here
and I don't need anything
even as today
is one of the moments
leading up to the end.