Night Watchman

I bet if I turned off my lamp,

I would fall prey to the temptations of the night—

The calm purposeless wandering of dreams—

The long meddling breaths—

But for now,

I am the sole inhabitant of a dark and quiet world

Still murmuring its memories of a moonlit apocalypse.

I, awake and listening,

Am the only one who hears the breath of the sleepy world.

In sleep, life is the dream,

And it is absurd and fanciful.

What a pity

That we all—eventually—

            Wake up.

                                    -Kaitlyn Medina                       [8/29/10   almost 6 AM]

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