Up All Night Waiting For Something That Never Comes

it’s not that I can’t sleep
it’s that I don’t want to

an old habit
one that’s returned
with age

like a child
overtired
afraid I might
miss something

the city at rest
a cloud moving across the night sky
a song on the radio
or mother’s return

I stay up
waiting for the sun
waiting for something
to happen

until I’m too tired
to be tired

then I’ll go to sleep

(D. James)

Winter Beach, CA

raging sky
large distant clouds
like mountains
across the blue-green ocean

there’s that part
of the late afternoon
when we wish the day
would stop
take notice of itself
before descending
into another chilly night

(D. James)