How the Night Ends

i go through
the rooms, turning out the lights.
i lock the door.
put the dishes
away.
the food,
the drinks, put a cork
into the bottle.
put
the glasses
in the sink.
i open a window to let
the air
in, then go upstairs.
i take a look out the window
to find the moon,
it's there
inside the trees.
silver and white, round
as hope,
carved like stone across
the black sky.
this is how
the night ends, and how
the next
day begins.