Giving In

I give in to this night
to this rain
to distant echoes
and to stray lights
neon signs with no missing letters
parking lots with puddles
puddles with the shimmering light from the lamp posts
trees in a line gently swaying
cars in a line not swaying at all
neighbourhood ice cream shops
parks
empty swings
all washed clean
all smudged
ink and water
water and water
I give in to the crickets that forget to buzz sometimes
I give in to this music
I give in to the world of the sleeping
and to the world of all souls adrift
I give in.