Life At 2:30 am

E-mailing

Facebook chatting

T.V. watching

Events happening

A writer is writing

A publisher is reading

Dating

How do you find poetry at 2:30 AM?

in the arms of a lover

in the laugh of a friend

in the breath of a moment

sipping a cup

Awake at 2.30am
With a poem in my head
Do I go back and dream?
Forget the poem
Confine it forever to oblivion?

Or do I turn

At 2:30 A.M.

It's almost time;

My pains are close.

I'm ready now-

And here he comes!

(Twenty-something years

Lying in bed

The glow-in-the-dark stars

Hanging from the ceiling

Toss and turn

Without success

No sleep

Turn to the right