Awake in the night
Some daze wondering and wandering in the moment of wanting more and not even knowing what more might be. It seems that dissatisfaction with this moment is filled without a sense of meaning or purpose... no direction other than to be... no point of focus except for the noise that floats by...
So I distract the wanderful daze of discontent with news, TV shows, movies, sports events, and fantasies past or future.
Death comes in the midst of life as the frozen ground holds down the coming season's bloom. Dark days, both cloudy and sunny, roll from here to here with occasional smile and friendly word.
The buried bulb waits for a divine signal that it is time... the season has come to burst into action. I wait beside the bulb wondering what it might be... when it might become the potential it holds within its protective shell.
At times being awake in the night seems hardly worth it... but I will not go back to sleep...
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