Marauder's Map.

Sometimes I think of God

as keeping track of us all

with a big old Marauder's Map.

I thought of this tonight.

The cool darkness of sunset

tugged at me inexorably,

and so I left my empty house

to go for a walk.

I saw the most amazing moon,

taking its throne 

as the last memories of day

disappeared over the distant western mountains.

And I contemplated how singularly dear

is the whack of a tennis racquet

and the soft screeching of shoes on a court.

I watched my shadow walk next to me,

both of us caught in sad nostalgia.

And I thought,

"No one on this earth has any idea where I am.

Only God, with His Marauder's Map,

can see me."