My damp spirit awakes
all glands and membranes
alert, battling pathogens
and this light seeps cruelly
through a gap in curtains
my defences breached
I turn, toss, think, think
I'm not asleep. Why not?
What time is it? I'm too hot.
Later, it is 4am, the sky deep
in darkness, black not grey
(I twitch the curtain for certainty)
and like a memory of night's
moonlight pattering across
my mind, a possum scampers
along the verandah roof
so lightly! That dance of life!
Light can be unnecessary
darkness a playground. I rise
make a cup of chamomile tea,
tread time in lamp's yellow pool.
Mmm, lovely!
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