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 😊)
