I did not sleep last night
before dawn I watched
the changing light
through bedroom curtains.
From a cold dark gray,
the soft folds of cloth grow
lighter
and lighter while
my heart
burns
out.
I stare at a single point
of gold
it’s the size of a pencil eraser
in a field of gray and beige
most likely a porch light across
the busy street.
The tiny light is the only spot
of warmth.
It draws me
yet I cannot gather the
mental energy to do anything
other than just stare
blank-minded.
The tiny light
disappears.
Most likely the day has arrived.