Andrew McCarron
Originally published in The Evergreen Review Issue 115 in 2008.
Say you wake
At 3:22 AM, alone.
The kitchen is bare
So is the street.
So much so your mind
Dreams multitudes
To compensate, again.
There is no redemption
From some things
Only a deepening that
Unsettles as much as it
Strengthens our will
To rejoin the heart’s
Ragged army. Morning
Will come soon, but
That changes nothing
Or changes little.
At 3:22 AM, alone.
The kitchen is bare
So is the street.
So much so your mind
Dreams multitudes
To compensate, again.
There is no redemption
From some things
Only a deepening that
Unsettles as much as it
Strengthens our will
To rejoin the heart’s
Ragged army. Morning
Will come soon, but
That changes nothing
Or changes little.
