Mid-night Soliloquy

mid-night soliloquy

the remorseless clock beats a tattoo
against the window-black

the cathedral bells chime four

in the semi-dark kitchen
drinking decaf tea
remembering what pilfered sleep
a restlessness crescendoed
by the headlights of the milkman’s truck
stealing through inadequate blinds

a little later
the crush of the clock’s ticking
trumps the sunrise-gloom
and the bedroom - and its torments -
becomes the lesser evil
so I rinse out my mug
wearily climb the stairs