Walking Down Blanco Road at Midnight

There is a folding into the self which occurs

when the lights are small on the horizon

and no light is shining into the face.

It happens in a quiet place.

It is a quiet folding,

like going to sleep in

the comfortable family home.

When everyone goes to sleep

the house folds up.

The windows shut their eyes.

If you are inside you are automatically folded.

If you are outside walking by the folded house

you feel so lonesome you think you are going crazy.

You are not going crazy.

You are beginning to fold up in your own single way.

You feel your edges move toward the center,

your heart like a folded blanket unfolding

and folding in with everything contained.

You feel you do not need anyone to love you anymore

because you already feel everything,

you feel it, you fold it, and for a while now,

it will quietly rest.

–Naomi Shihab Nye

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