It is early as I write
Almost an hour past
Midnight.
A young day has begun
And sleep won't
Take me.
So I read,
Glance out the window at
The starless sky,
And churn restlessly
As I watch 1 a.m.
loom overhead.
Multitudes await in unwritten
Hours, but in the meantime
I'm lost between night
And day,
With a heavy body
And eyes that refuse
to close.