Sometimes I think of God
as keeping track of us all
with a big old Marauder's Map.
I thought of this tonight.
The cool darkness of sunset
tugged at me inexorably,
and so I left my empty house
to go for a walk.
I saw the most amazing moon,
taking its throne
as the last memories of day
disappeared over the distant western mountains.
And I contemplated how singularly dear
is the whack of a tennis racquet
and the soft screeching of shoes on a court.
I watched my shadow walk next to me,
both of us caught in sad nostalgia.
And I thought,
"No one on this earth has any idea where I am.
Only God, with His Marauder's Map,
can see me."