Sometimes at night I walk between worlds.
In this one Michael Jordan was a prize fighter.
In that one cormorants are white.
Here an asteroid made earth dark and people live in insulated tents,
There two ochre moons rise at night.
After my walk tonight, I went downstairs
to the kitchen while my wife slept and made a snack.
Almonds and milk are best at that hour.
The sun was almost up, birds not yet but soon.
In the world I live in there are some bad people
but mostly good ones and cormorants are black.
I went back to bed being careful not to wake my wife.
By the way–
in all of the worlds there is love.