There are visions of highway men
late at night. Cars slow, looking about.
Weary travelers without planning.
Sounds increase past midnight, raising
caution and suspicion.
Ragged freight trains punch pull
through town. Dogs sleep off day
with restless legs and twitching ears,
chasing spirit cats in dreams.
A church bell runs out three.
Thieves fail to notice. Lovers
hope it’s not four. Those awake wish
for six. A child cries. Snoring ignores
time.
The outside soon raises the curtain on dawn.
One more day to create beginning.
Roger Singer 