Words from an Insomniac
I am familiar with the light
at night outside my window
from hour to hour
from midnight blue to dawn’s opalescence
from objects obscure to tree-line radiance.
I am familiar with worry that infests the dark
from taped reprises of daytime words
to brilliant conclusions in unspoken barbs
from vigilant listening for teenagers’ wheels
to startled awakening at two a.m phone rings.
I am familiar with darkness
that turns to joy
from announcement of births
to achievement pronouncements
from visions of vistas opening before me
to sounds of pastorals echoing around me.
I am familiar with the night
replaying day for my dreams
reliving scenes from my life
Till dawn’s luster first bursts
lighting awareness anew.
by Mary Joan Meagher
Minnesota Branch, MN