Mid-life

several crows fly across a cloudy sky, cawing,
the wind is picking up,
it will start raining soon.
I love the light at dusk.
some cars pull up in front of the house,
the college kids are whooping and hollering
across the street and  the dog is sleeping on the couch.
the children are moving away and Sunday night
is uncharacteristically task-less, they are busy
packing boxes, it's too quiet.
there is really no one here but me and my
questions, here in the quiet, in that place
they call mid-life where you can turn on the
TV or the alcohol, or maybe you already have
the answers to the big questions, but me,
here in this quiet, I don't, they just hang
in the air waiting.