Friday, August 17, 2012

Three-thirty again

It's 3:30 in the morning
Again
And my husband is sleeping like
It's something anybody can do.

The planets are bright in the night
Venus close to the Earth, Jupiter
Halfway to the top of the sky.

At 3:30 one morning I woke
to see
The moon between them;
Jupiter with his 66 thunderbolts
And gentle Venus, moist, warm, seductive.

At 3:30 in the morning
the moon
Was the brightest thing in the room
Outshining my fancy alarm clock.

The dog sleeps; the man sleeps;
The cat,
Nocturnal, sleeps at 3:30 a.m.
But I haunt my house with quiet steps.

I flick the curtain back for one
last look;
The constant stars, the planets, all the night,
And old, tired gods turned into children's tales.

At 3:30 in the morning
I say
A prayer to the One True God, I trust,
And close my eyes and turn to warmth and safety.

All flesh must sleep, after all.
It's something anybody can do.

2 comments:

  1. Me too. The most important thing about being a writer is that you write. And this is very well done. :) Thanks for sharing yourself.

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