Insomnia

The waning gibbous moon plays

hide and seek behind thin clouds as

humid mists shroud street lights in the

windless, dark hour before dawn. The

city sleeps

final vivid dreams while robins,

hidden in shadowy trees, start their

morning chorus, the smell of roses heavy 

in the night air. A single dim light

slowly approaches,

the old lady on a scooter scrounging through

garbage bins for hidden treasure while

a neighbour rises to prepare suhoor, crossing

off another short night before the

end of Ramadan.

The waning gibbous moon shines down 

on its journey across the sky as in 

time immortal.


ERK  June 16, 2017 0400h