As It Should Be Poem by Daniel Brick

The business of the day
is almost finished but
the energy allotted
to this day is not yet
spent. A fat bumble bee
still sucks nectar,
even as the flowers droop
into fading sunlight.
A resting rabbit suddenly
races across then lawn,
and then rests again
in a patch of bushes.
The twilight choruses of
song birds have dissolved,
a few solitary birds crease
the sky in fast flight.
Soon they will be huddled
in their feathers and asleep.
No miracles are being performed.
All is as it should be, this night
reflecting last night, all nights
and days reflecting the primal
pattern. My thoughts suspended,
my feelings quiescent, I join
this winding down, this slow drift
into silence, sleep and Night.