this night

i sit,

alone at the desk

dinner was

roasted boneless pork tenderloin

with home made mashed potatoes and salad

gin and tonic to drink

quiet except for grandfather clock

marking

seconds minutes and hours

dogs wait

jealous of my human food

i will share a bit with

them

sleep

sleep was fickle tonight visited for awhile

then had second thoughts

left me wondering what rest was about

left me wondering what the scarves in the dryer looked like

so

i am up

in middle of night's visit

grandfather's clock sternly tics

measuring off the minutes

that i am not in a state of rest

measuring off the minutes

of my life

warmbrandiedmilk

naval orange sweet

nourishment in this dark

space oftime

night was

night is

night will

be