Her circadian rhythm wouldn’t let her sleep past dawn |
“The Shortest Night”” Her eyes blossomed like daylilies at first light She blinked and flipped the switch of her alarm Her friend beside her was still sleeping light And any noise would wake him, as per norm She shook the covers off - 5:45 was it? Two minutes earlier than the night before A bird outside the window found a mate Her arm, where she had slept on it, was sore She took a walk to work in summer coolness But by mid morning felt a sort of drag Dawn seduced in a.m. sensualness But she faced the evening sun with a sweat rag The heat of 6 p.m. gave in to midnight And the air conditioner won the war of wills She gave a final shudder from all the tossing And after an eternity lay still The next morning the happy birds were cheeping Their early morning song before the heat And, miracle, her own alarm was beeping She slept till it went off for once? How neat! And though her friend was tired and irritable Mumbling complaints about the noise She felt wonderfully refreshed and stable For surely this was reason to rejoice: The shortest night had passed the previous night And her circadian clock left her longer till light. |