Night Garden

I should be sleeping but the late hour is like a flower unfurling and revealing thoughts obscured and blurred by the blinding sunshine and the bustle of the day sending them scattering like seeds over a fertile field to sprout under the stars burrowing their tangled roots into my restless brain By now you’ve awakened perhaps gone for a run in the park before breakfast musing on another morning in your big and bright world While here in my much smaller space but for the moon’s platinum glow over the garden outside my window all is still dark and I should be sleeping