whendayisdone
ifthedayisdone
ifbirdssingnomore
ifthewindhasfiaggedtired
thendrawtheveilofdarknessthickuponme
evenasthouhastwrapttheearthwiththecoverletofsleepandtenderlyclosed
thepetalsofthedroopinglotusatdusk.
fromthetraverer
whosesackofprovisionsisemptybeforethevoyageisended
whosegarmentistornanddust-laden
whosestrengthisexhausted,removeshameandpoverty
andrenewhislifelikeaflowerunder
thecoverofthykindlynight