Grounded, 5 a.m., the nightlite is comforting
but gravity is holding you.
Once settled into sleep,
you have watched
on repeat the story of your life
across the ceiling
and in review.
You've said the air was singing.
It's calling you, you don't believe.
These things you've never seen.
Good morning, how are you?
The weather's fine,
the sky is blue.
It'