Walking At Night Poem by james d nall,jr

Walking late at night through my neighborhood
Not up to anything, neither bad or good
Just a normal night for me, nothing different
At times I laugh, wondering if insomnia is heaven sent?

The moon is full on this particular night
My shadow is cast in its bright light
Wondering why this can't happen in the day
So I could watch the local children at play?

At least some joy could, by me, be had
Besides my neighbors, thinking I'm mad
But it seems endless, these sleepless nights
As I walk beneath these pale streetlights