Unalone

To wake up
in the dark and reach for
first phone, then glasses,

suggests that something
out there is worth
more attention

than what is close
at hand. I’ll get to that —
but first, the news of the world. 

If I reach first 
for glasses, then phone,
it’s from the urge to rise

and go see for myself
what night holds 
right here, in my own darkness.

Instead of either
I shut my eyes again,
ignore the phone,

and roll to my right
into the depth of the bed
where I am reminded

that I am unalone,
where she sleeps, my
familiar joy; I choose

to stay here in comfortable
darkness, knowing nothing else
of the world for a while longer.