2:00 a.m.

Written by: Orma Sullivan

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.