I awake - it is typical
At 2:41 - I've stopped
Trying to make sense
Or deciphering time. I
Accept and clean or read,
Or write, or as tonight
Feel - one is on my hip
Another my head, a third
Snuggled across my chest
And the fourth walks across
With a steady gate - I move
And one falls off, the other
Two rearrange and the fourth
Comes marching across
Not understanding why
It is I can't stay still - such
Is my night and it's a good
Night
