to be honest, i'm wrong about most things

i used to think

there was a big red button at the top of Everest

and when you pressed it,

the whole world would turn off.

the lights would dim,

village by village.

the soldiers would put their weapons down,

one by one.

the bickering couple

would hold hands,

and apologize,

and let everything go.

i was wrong about Mariana's Trench,

as much as i hate to admit it,

and every other band since then

that I refused to listen to.

i was wrong about that boy last year,

and that one hurt a little more

than a mountain

or a song

and through all these wrongs

i've found one thing that i'm sure about

one thing that has never failed

it's the sky on a friday evening

the way it glows over the rooftop of my neighbor’s house

the way it sinks into your skin as you step outside

plug the earphones in

turn the volume all the way up

the world is already behind you

already silenced itself for your touch

the leaves do not fall

the crows do not linger

as they did on tuesday morning

the sun

waits

patiently

until it knows you have admired every flower

every shaking bench

every crack on the sidewalk

that reminds you of Everest

it waits

and finally

when you reach the doorstep

it folds itself around you

and tucks you

into bed.