Some Thoughts at 3:00 AM by Beverly Lafontaine

Some Thoughts at 3:00 AM

It's early morning, a time for work,

and I have made promises I can't keep.

Clocks tick no more, yet in my head 

I hear their pulse.  The outline of my body 

wavers under a blue blanket 

as if I lay in shallow water.

Last night I was crazy,

moonlight avoided my face.

Meteors plucked out of the water,

split in half in of such 

a sad ending to a glorious flight 

begun before there was time.

Our minds are meager for these imaginings 

and we are such insufficient beings.

Nevertheless keys turn,

horns honk, bills arrive to be paid.

Words aren't enough, nor are images.

Thoughts, the way words lie on the page,

sometimes dance, sometimes weep.

Anything can happen.

A timeless beauty leaves her husband 

for a younger man, war ensues.

A chance meeting in the desert,

and a baker becomes a mystic.

Poets lay these stories on the page,

warm them with their very breath.

Their spit, like any mother's,

is corrective, cleansing.

Every poet dances alone 

at 3:00 in the morning,

blue moonlight falling on the floor.

🥳😛😌😁🤗😉😊🥰😋🥸This poem was written and read by Beverly Lafontaigne at A Poetry Gathering on July 14.