Too late, I head home.
The sky’s purple has turned paler.
Christ, it’s almost dawn.
What have I done?
The night’s gotten away from me
with its temptations
and dangers.
I have hours to go before I wake
– too few hours
and too much to do.
Sleep
is what I ought to have met
long ago.
Now
Is it too late?
The moon smiles down upon me
as I face north
and head to my bed.
The sky becomes green and blue
with the sun soon to be invited
out to play.
Soon too
I will be home
and the clouds will be visible
and the moon gone
and instants after that
I shall be free
from this day
and preparing for the next.
