I’m awake during the hour
where night meets with sleepy, morning dark.
Sun is yet far away
she travels fast and will be here in one hour.
A moment of forever.
Manners and eyes, wide but tight.
A smile on face
watches hands counting.
Nightly exchange of character and tune,
put just another wrinkle under my left eye.
I fancy them in some way.
I love the minute of nothing.
This moment between days
anti-clockwise in a way,
if I haven’t gone to sleep yet.
For me, it’s still today.