4-Hour Night

Morning creeps in,
My head is not ready for it.
It glows against the mountain
against the quiet clouds
tinging all things golden
as they brighten to full day…

I am not ready
wanting the landscapes still
of dreams
of downy comforter and bed
pillowing my head
in sleep, dayless,

day pushes out
the shadows of the house;
world sounds,
the silence 
of the head and house…

Body nags 
its various needs
like the cat demanding
that I rise right now
and admit the day
and make a start
though it wholly goes
against my heart.


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