Sunday, 26 February 2012

Powerless at 3am

So this is how it comes:
in the dark of early morning
reaching for light that doesn't come
you look to the not glowing
alarm clock...
The darkness
is partially interrupted
by flashes of lightning that
shatter the shadows
throughout
the house, and you wonder
if you are alone
as you get up and make
for the kitchen...
You try another light and it doesn't come
but you have been up too long now
no point in sleep, you know what time it is
and no one else is here anyway, take out
a match and light a candle, leftover from Christmas
because the darkness is almost unbearable;
you cannot make out the colour of your own flesh,
and it helps to know you are here, anyway...
You know know what time it is,
and you are sitting in a room
listening to your whole world thunder
and crash, and to the sound
of him or her not snoring
in the bedroom, and watching
the whiteness of the lightning,
no longer spider-like, throw itself
out toward the black sky
like a fisherman's net, and
resurfacing with nothing...
And maybe, just maybe
one night that lightning
will go out once and come back;
catch those damn stars
and send you one or two to keep...
As long as they aren't the
same ones
that keep you up
counting wishes and stars
when there are no clouds out
and it's not raining.
Again powerless at 3am




6 comments:

DJ Weaver said...

I love this.

Metal Man said...

Thank you. I have an unfortunate habit of waking around that hour.

Jessica Prescott said...

Insomnia runs in my family, so being helplessly awake in the middle of the night is something I can identify with. I really love the last few lines about counting stars and wishes.

healing_within said...

i know those nights that collide with day before I even shut my eyes.. hope you found the light:

Joy

Jan MetalMan said...

I had nights run into days into nights so much that I ended up not knowing where or when I was... Now when my soul is troubled I awake around this time... Oh for a run of full nights sleep!

Merilyn Jackson said...

I have been an insomniac since the age of four when I was molested. As far as I know it never happened again, but shortly after I was sent to an orphanage with my little brother. We were there for two years and don't think I slept, staying awake, watchful. The two events are intertwined. And even though it was many years ago, it never leaves me no matter how successful or complete my life is. I wonder how far I could have gone without that albatross...

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