I Began, I Began

Often times I've laid awake at night thinking. Thoughts about thoughts and things. Pondering about BROARDCASTINGS about Tired troubles. Pondering that had never occurred to me Came quickly in the middle of the night and At times half past three, wondering when The crickets SONG would end. Thankfully early dawn my thoughts Wandered on. Not a minute to blink. My eyes still open. CONCENTRATION unbroken. A spot on the ceiling above I watched with admiration. Reflected light on an adjacent wall Thought to call at a quarter past Five. Well, if nothing else, I was alive. Not so for some who had met their Demise in the middle of a restful Slumber. But me, not a wink Of it. I survived the night to greet The day and fit my ideas of words In RHYME. THIS WILL BE a pleasant day. A FEBRUARY CARESS of SOMETHING FRESH. A WHISPER OF POTENTIALNESS. A BEAUTIFUL YAWN, Then I BEGAN, AGAIN.