2:00 A.M.
The delicacy of this hour I share
with people lying in hospital beds
having trouble sleeping
while I sip strong coffee
and wait for inspiration to
contact me with its kiss of morning.
Starlight enters en pointe,
wearing a pair of pink, satin-laced toe shoes;
arms extended,
eyes alert and free.
The fragility of the moment
held in tender embrace.
Souls in hospital beds rise
and form a rapturous, dancing-chorus,
a corps de ballet
rarely seen in human realms,
one that offers ecstatic plies to the moon.
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2008
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