a poem for your monday

As I have said before, I get daily installments of the Writer’s Almanac by Garrison Keillor. Recently I haven’t been keeping up with them and their is a backlog of almost 60 unread ones in my inbox. However this morning I decided to read todays and what a lovely one it was. I really don’t know what the exact copyright issues are, but here is the first few lines of Mother Night by Jim Harrison from Saving Daylight:

When you wake at three AM you don’t think
of your age or sex and rarely your name
or the plot of your life which has never
broken itself down into logical pieces.
At three AM you have the gift of incomprehension
wherein the galaxies make more sense
than your job or the government.