Midnight

Why can’t I write at a decent time?

Why can’t it be at noon?

Or in the morning with my cup of coffee?

No.

Now is the time to write when my thoughts are clearest.

Midnight seems to be that time.

Where my day is finally quiet

+ my thoughts become the loudest sound in the room.

I could be almost asleep when phrases suddenly run through my mind.

Now if I only I could put them to paper

Maybe I’d have something.

Perhaps even a book!

But for now?

just jumbled thoughts.

So . . . Here I am writing.

In the most inconvenient of hours.

Why?

Because the thoughts,

The phrases,

The words.

They won’t leave me alone.

So out they come.

Eventually ridding me of all the clutter

+ causing my mind to come to rest.

No matter that it’s 1am

2am or 3am.

at least now I can sleep having laid it all to rest.