Awake again at 4a.m.
New disconcerting routine,
Disturbs my equilibrium.
What can it really mean?
Alert in mind, I light and write,
Fast and furiously,
While body, eyes demand more hours
In unconscious liberty.
Expel the words, take down the notes.
Try to keep it legible.
Later on today, I know,
I’ll make it more intelligible
Except this one, it came to me,
Not at 4 but half past three!
It’s going in my post right now
As is. Insomnia is such a cow!
I never used to wake at all.
I slept and dreamt till wake-up call.
And now I can’t get through one night
Without waking, writing. And some is shite!
Has anyone an answer to
This problem? What to say or do?
Except. I don’t know. I may quite like
Waking in the dead of night
When all asleep explore their dreams
And I explore my mind.