Working the Night Shift
- At January 31, 2017
- By drynick
- In Reflections
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In the middle of the night
a switch flips in the brain
and the mind wakes up.
Nothing’s to be done—
the body still prone
when the inevitable
prowling begins.
I wander vast distances
in helpless search of
an object of obligation—
some forgotten bone
in dire need
of further consideration.
It’s a lonely life
sometimes—traversing
the long spaces
of these dark matters.
Morning always comes
by surprise, the digits
of the clock having jumped
ahead while I swear I
haven’t slept a wink.
Yet a faint dream lingers
as I stumble through the
half-light toward daily life.
Follow David!