Images of an Insomniac-1:55 AM

Outside is quiet.
The wooden deck betrays my approach.
My car sits below,
Bathed under the spotlight of artificial day.
The wind rends night out of silence...
Leaves rustle. Dead, they fall.
Windchimes begin an unwritten melody.
Cigarette smoke dances as the tune plays out...
And is done.
A cat moves out of the shadows.
Stopping in the fluorescent sun,
It stares back into the void from which it came.
And is gone.
I look down at my cigarette.
This one is almost finished.


The moon isn't out.