Who are you at 3am
Sitting on the front step
Staring into the darkness
Lit by thousands of stars
Perhaps a full moon
(But not together
They are sort of a one or the other
Shine
The stars fade when the moon is bright)
Who are you then?
At 3am
As you sip coffee and perhaps ponder poetry
the beginnings and end of your own mortality
Because there is a beginning
And an end
To that person at 3am
Who will be gone by 10
Vanished off the face of the earth
That human
Social mask in place instead
And by 5pm
Exhausted by the daily day
Only barest scraps remain
But wait
Patiently
The precious time will come again
24 hours will track the crack in time
And you can sit
And find yourself unwinding
Beneath the stars
Before the world awakes
And tells you who you are
Or should be
Or could be
If you only just
Stop!
You already are
Everything
And if by some miracle you make 3am a daily thing
Eventually
You will never lose yourself again
(Though you may need a nap around lunchtime 😊)
Nice. I agree.
Thanks Lynn, and thanks for reading, it’s nice to have your company at this early hour – well for me at least, it’s probably evening where you are ✨
The stars are so bright , the moon too. It’s low hanging in the sky , like lanterns .. your verse your words have a beautiful poignancy to it. Feel a sense of homecoming.. very heartfelt indeed.. thank you for this.
A pleasure Yassie ✨
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With these lines I want to sit for a spell. Many elements to appreciate with your poetic craftings and life (and death) musings. One way or another the need for sleep catches up with us and the same is true for our last breath. 💫 A treat to spend time with your poem, thank you Kate.
Thankyou Michelle for your lovely thoughts ✨
You’re very welcome and thank you! ✨
Very nice!
Thankyou KC ✨
finally have a chance to comment on this. this is a wonderful allegory, if you meant it to be, to who we are at various stages of our life. but even if that wasn’t your aim, i still find meaning in it as I can relate to being a unique self at determined times of the day. when i think of it, and as the celestial nod to your piece, we all were a different person in one plot of our position in relation to the center of the milky way and are more than likely different now as we find ourselves in a different position. of course, it’s funny given the vastness of our universe. but still, this piece is wonderful 😀 Mike
Thanks for this lovely thoughtful comment Mike. I think my poetry is whatever it means to you. That’s why I share, it meant something to me when I wrote it and then it catches people wherever they are at in their lives. I circle back on my own poetry and it means something different twelve months later, any art is a moving canvas.