Silence
No listen . . .
Fingers tapping on the keyboard,
The laptop fan turns on;
The refrigerator hums;
The air conditioner choruses in;
Pawing, scratching on the door,
Did I forget to feed the one-eyed boxer?
A snore,
A murmur . . .
Is he dreaming?
An incoherent, unconscious whisper . . .
Is she talking in her sleep?
Tick Tock
And the grating chime on the half hour,
Why does he love that grandfather timekeeper?
Trying not to dig in the little brown bottle,
Sleep evades . . .
Dawn will find me turning pages once again.
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Comments: 37
Blessings,
Margaret.O
I love this as it captures the ambivalence of a sleepless night. Ambivalent because it is those early hours that are so populated with the muses. It is there we find doors slightly ajar and know the darkness.
I'm pleased we're sharing now.
The last line nicely shifts the observing from you to the dawn. A little change in word order there might wrap it up even more firmly:
"Dawn will find me once again turning pages."
Now "once again" has a little more emphasis, because the rhythm points it out, and an observed detail -- you turning pages -- has the last word.