Even if we wake before dawn, we nevertheless
inhabit the dark, still feel that need
to light only a sole lamp,
aware of how much we’re yet in that other
world of sleep which is meant
to make this one right. 
Those who have been up all
night have more to say
than we who recently rolled the
stone from the mouth of our bed, 
but many share rooms with
faces of childhood friends
smiling in fields behind new
houses, breaking through for those
last minutes before the rays of
yesterday are replaced by photons
from this newest return, in the
moments before darkness ceases
to be the vacuum pulling us toward
the heavens and just evaporates.

– Sandra Kolankiewicz