at 3 am

i rouse from
dreamy rem,
at that un-godly
hour, 3 am…
with mountain
summits looming
made of feet.
through bleary
goo i squint,
and squirm to
gain some
equilibrium,
then drop my toes
to floorboard so
to wander room
to room…to grab
a pee, perhaps
a cuppa tea, whilst
solving universal
problems in my
head. i’m brilliant
then, at 3 am,
though i suspect
that things are not
as lucid as they
seem…perhaps it’s
best to leave this
hour to demon
play, return myself
to bed, count
sheep…count
sheep…count
sheep…perchance
to dream…
kat at 3am july 11, 2015