Night Work

A Poem by Sam Grackle

Photo by Beth Jnr on Unsplash

The sun is hidden
all dark, crickets
sing into my window.
The cat is awake as always
except when she’s not
regardless of the hour.
I push off fatigue
make a note of the time
and consider waking up
just a little later than usual.
This night work is lonely
but it can’t be any other way.
The light of a computer
shines into my head
my heart shines into it
and I sway in the chair
knees tucked, uncomfortable.
This is the time for magic,
the only time I am truly
alone. This is the spare hour
when I pen a dream
for tomorrow.

Thank you for reading.