The black dot frequently moves to
a gentle rhythm, its pacing barely noticeable;
at other times, it stirs up specks visible
only peripherally. In fact,
just yesterday I wiped the same spot
off the window a half dozen times,
yet with each sideways glance,
it magically reappeared.
I’ve batted at the fly it mocked;
I’ve followed its circular spins;
I’ve tried to get it to stop
by rubbing at shadowy blurs.
But for now I’d just like it to join me
in settling down for the night;
So I turn off the lights in the room,
softly close my eyes, and wish my
faithful companion a quiet, peaceful night.