This week's Weekend Wordsmith prompt is "Sleepless". I knew that before anybody else, of course, since it's my website, and I post the words ahead of time. What I didn't know was that I'd be up half the night, each tick of the clock taking a couple hours.
Then, it happened - that indefinable moment when late night turned into early morning, like pushing through a bead curtain and feeling the different quality of air on the other side. Subtle, but definitely there. And still several hours to go before it was decent to get up and make the coffee.
January 30, 2009, 4:42 AM
There's an almost indiscernible moment
when late night
becomes early morning.
Some nights, it's not there at all.
Night ripples gently into day
with not a seam or dropped stitch.
Others - like this one - deliver you
through a foaming, pounding surf,
over nameless hidden foot-cutting horrors,
to dump you, half dead and gasping
on the rocky and barren beach of the next day
with still miles to limp to the treeline