larks
larks begin their social day
before dawn, in the early morning darkness.
They’re wired for it
So am I.
I’m a short-sleeper - it’s genetic
I’m talking about my DEC2, ADRB1, mGluR1 and NPSR1 genes. If I average 4 or 5 hours of sleep, for weeks and weeks, I’m good to go.
This works well for school, but back in the COVID lockdown days - it was crazy. I’d be up at all hours - long after the reasonable world closed its eyes. I’d walk the halls, seemingly everywhere, like Shakespeare’s eleven ghosts.
That’s a poetic queue if I ever heard one..
She shuns her weary bed
in the darkened hush of midnight
when slumber should rule
Her pale brow needs no rest,
so she wraith-like roams her parent’s home.
Fey and fleet, her footsteps falling soft
in shadows thick as underworld
She’s the grinning ghost
in the game room - a sleepless phantasm
moving to dance-dance-revolution’s beat
in seeming revelry wild.
She’s the gliding spirit in the endless, well-lit pool,
slicing effortlessly through the glass-slick turquoise
a selkie-sleek mermaid in a loop of back and forth
who makes pitch-night, an otter's roam.
To the kitchen then, this lissome spectre paces,
restlessness and moonlight walks compel cravings
she’s not seeking the company of other restless souls
- she’s searching for yummy Totino's Pizza Rolls.
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Songs for this:
Time and Love by Laura Nyro
Late Night Talking by Harry Styles
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