Apparently 3:00 AM is the new 6:00 AM.
I thought I would let you know,
in case there are those of you,
who didn’t get the memo,
Waking up at 3:11 precisely every morning, has some advantages.
It is very, very quiet,
except for the furnace going off and on,
and the small refrigerator in the basement,
which seems to want to make its presence
known, as well.
Shhhhh! I think the fridge is snoring,
it is 3:11 in the middle of the night!
I’ll be wide awake a couple of hours now,
writing nonsense rapidly, then, b-o-o-m!
Out of nowhere, man,
I’m sleepy. I stumble to the couch, barely,
and sleep for a couple more hours.
This is whack, man, really whack!
Not groovy at all!
Especially since I never got the memo.
Insomnia is weird, especially when you go to sleep fine, sleep well, but then wake up in the middle of the night, wide awake and raring to go! Oh well! *Sigh* What can you do except make use of this beautiful, quiet time to write, read scriptures and pray. Prayer is good. Maybe God just wants to hear from me? Perhaps, I’m reverting back to babyhood, waking up at all hours of the day or night, just to keep life interesitng? Anyway, I decided to write a stream of conciousness poem about this lovely time I arise each morning.
I sincerely hope everyone has a great Monday!
Peace and love, always,