Wake-up call

Usually when I wake at 3AM

It feels like blinds flung open -

Sunshine rushing in.

Yet it’s still dark of course.

And the night is silent.

(Except for that little drone in my head.)

But last night was different.

Before bed, I was reading Walt Whitman.

Last night

My 3AM wake-up call was a Barbaric Yawp.

And damn,

For once, it felt really good.