Poem: "4:30am"
*This material is copyrighted. It's the first poem in my new book, "Poems of a Prodigal." (Photo: Public Domain.)
4:30am
Antsy fingertips tickle the bellies
Of a keyboard and a guitar, who giggle.
Poets of various centuries dog-pile a Bible.
The breath of a desk-drawer is scholarly.
I’ll visit a library made of bread later.
I’ll sip a garden’s caffeine at sundown.
The sky will be waking soon.
For now, the planet dreams a universe.
4:30 am is my favorite time of the day.
:)