11:58 On A Tuesday
light. Across my sleeping room. Shining through the silken curtain.
Beyond the grass, and under the walnut tree. It shines. The light.
12:03 on a Wednesday. I still can't sleep. Progress, says it's
tomorrow. Sanity says it don't matter.
I'm inclined to believe the ladder. I could suck my thumb and dream;
if I could.