Lamps on Nightstands

Looking over at the other nightstand without a lamp

Wondering how many people think about the space

The debate, the balance of equilibrium of furniture

In appearance or the timeframe

The hours approaching midnight of glancing over

Through mountain ranges of buddle-sheets and blankets

Rumpled to a right where the left has expanse

The units of clock dedicated to filling the allotment 

With what we promise ourselves exists

The counterpoise to the equipoise

In limbs and sentiments spoken in whispers

To remain tangent to rest as if in this instance  

One may find respite while speaking that all of that which dreams seek

Is apparent and so the worlds of reverie and reality have intermixed

In panoply to ward fears like a city wall of assurance

That cloth and air are amorphous the specter of expectation’s bargain kept 

I imagine all the lonely people glancing over like Eleanor Rigby

The nightstands abandoned or held on to with the geometry of bedrooms

The light bulbs gone un-replaced resting in old lamps and ultimately

The lamps removed and replaced, removed and replaced  

Faith, jostled with, that someone else is peering to the empty space to their left
Thinking the same