When the night thoughts flee

Too quick to take a note, but
one thing, a fine line on the word
rolling in the misty field;
what is it?
would I allow the bullying?
or, is it the insinuating heat wave
of the rock behind the boulder?
Simmer, resign;
I would not dwell on it;
go on; each moment is a gold,
now; the fragile hour. 

©Byung A. Fallgren