Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

After 3 A.M.

After 3 A.M.

I don't want to rise this early
Cats' stirred will want breakfast
A prisoner to these covers
I would rather not ruffle
but lie awake, try not think
of all unsaid
A mind burdened could
dutifully make coffee instead
But the machine would deliver
a light sleeper too soon
for her own journey today

So I contemplate moments
of happiness, turn off dread
The moon gentle glows
just beneath my head
where the pines rise
from a broken frame
where the black has led
escape from another dawn
The glass reflects too much within

I roll from this bed
seek solace in the coldest room
shrouded with footrest garb
draping burdened shoulders
The corner hutch reveals
cola to mix with rum
Lubricate dark haste in sin?
To this screen instead
bent fingers crawl, ache
characters dance in dim light
I'm not getting any more sleep
after 3 a.m.


I've stopped trying to make sense of it all.
Medicate

4.12.20
5.1.20 revised, completed