Porchlight hums on a peeling door, Kettle breath curls like a patient hymn. I count the quiet I came here for, Set down my Scotch and let dusk swim. CHORUS: Let small mercies be enough tonight, Moth-wings ticking in the cotton light. If calm has weight, it’s this porch rail— A place to loosen every nail. A neighbor’s radio drifts in low, News like gravel on a windowpane. I let old worries come and go, Unhook their names, release the strain. CHORUS (repeat) TAG: When the bulb runs warm, my shadow stands kind.
