Tuesday, June 23, 2009

3.13 am

What wakes me
at 3.13
the bleak hour
of labour and death
when both are denied to me?
Whose hand
shakes me
from sleep
to face
my dark consciousness?

When others dream
can't I dream too?

1 comment:

  1. Who’s bloody dreaming at 3.13, I’m usually fighting off the demons of despair. I think it’s a physiological change when the organs change duty, probably the liver in charge at that bell toll. Don’t monks and nuns pray at every three hour turn-point of the day and night?

    Birth, death and who the hell do I think I am

    Carol Biddiss