Wee hours poem

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This is the second time I’ve spontaneously written a poem when I’ve woken up in the middle of the night. I wrote it on my cell phone. And then tried to go back to sleep, unsuccessfully. I just noticed that my repeated word in this poem, “another,” I also used in the title of a post I wrote a week ago. Not sure what’s up with that. In other news, I walked 2.67 miles this morning with Liz and Gibbie.

Awake at 4:00 AM

Another Thursday night has passed
Prematurely, another Friday arrived,
In another Spring of another year.

You won’t catch me sleeping when
The anothers pause, unless morphine
Steals those last another hours

Passing before my passing. I will
Lie here wakeful, tracking clock
Ticking until unwound the movement

Halts. Anothers pause before
They leap beyond nights, Fridays,
Springs and years, gears of shadow,

Into gardens where sunrises bloom
And bend like ten thousand poppies.

(22 March 2019)

 

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