A night a day

Daily  I get up at around 3 AM and wait for 3.30AM to get back to sleep .Then I don’t get back to sleep but to the wakefulness of a possible poem. The wakefulness works out to a poem a day ,now running serially at 2180.

The poem comes hanging by the slender thread of a random word from other people’s literature. Other people thought other things but a word from them triggers a poem a day, which is my night a day.

A poem marks my time, the beginning of another day in the balance of whatever number of days is left of me. A poem a day is a night a day, the successful completion of a day’s night.


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