Time Redeemed

Time Redeemed

Well, world, I'm wide awake again and it's only 2:37.
I'm staring at the lighted dial and wondering, on this side of heaven,
"Why am I awake again when I conked out about eleven?"
They tell me that this is a symptom of nature not behaving.

When the years have piled up and we've slept so much of life away,
Guess we kinda get the jist of "We're missing so much of our stay
And we begrudge the lost years that we have spent asleep
And off in consciousness in some dreams so wide and deep."

Those dreams often make no more sense than waking hours
As far as substance and understanding that seem to escape our powers.
Oh well! I'll turn on the light and grab a paper and pen
And talk to the rest of the world who may also be awake again.

One redeeming aspect of these unexpected times, a gift of life, so rare.
In the stillness of this hour, I hear the traffic on its way to "only they know where."
No doorbells, no telephone and just my pad and pen and me
To contemplate the mysteries of life, enjoy the hour and write what comes to me.