At 4am
when the day has (already) begun
bold sun quiet moon bright eyes open enough
still again
the walls secreted with visions
a story or more waiting book of blank pages upon lap pen in hand
this one more day has been given
I don’t tease at knowing anything not anymore
the will to be seen has vanished along with the desire for attraction
don’t get me wrong they both linger around the edges
4am finds life reborn it is shocking
to realize I am here wherever here is is
or whatever here is is this
no one will ever tell the right story in the just right way to call us all to clarity
yet we each try again
and for this
4am book of blank pages
fill me with breath
the life I have