4:00AM

Waiting for the hum

With the window open

To the sharp night

Bright and all but empty

Nothing but the sound

Of my blinking eyes

And the soupy thoughts

Of a restless night

Sloshing in my brain

Too soon still

For the rescue

Of a better noise

Comfort amidst the chaos

Wake up trucks

And cabs and trains

Rise racket that blankets me

Ease this too sharp stillness

Loose me in your clamor

And carry me

Till sunset

And gracious wasted rest

August 29, 2007