I look over.
It's that time again,
3:30 - in the a.m. of course.
I'm getting quite comfortable with this,
especially in mid June, at three thirty.
It is only one more hour until -
four thirty.
Four thirty is the time of magic
in June.
It's the time to arise,
to end the torment,
the tossing and turning
it can end at four thirty,
because at four thirty
natures alarm clock rings.
It rings - it sings
with all the notes of the octave
but only in June - at four thirty.

THE NOW

Permission is given.
Like a child on Christmas morning,
I rush out of bed,
to greet my gift.
This gift I can see
but I don't know what's inside.
Where was it left?
In the usual spot.
It's a shared gift.
One that isn't always charged,
by no-ones fault
or neglect,
it just happens some times.
But
This morning
the blue light shines like an old star,
a star that will burn for an eternity
or a few more billion years.
The charge is good......
I WRITE.

Copyright © 2008 Jackie McSween