The best revelations
come at some ungodly hour
, like 4 a.m.
The freshest air
floats by in the two or three
hours after midnight
The prettiest sky
comes at about 5:30.
Thanks to the conflicting gods
, though, I also sleep through it
. But I, and the rest of us worshippers of the wee hours
, the people whose eyes light up when the clock says 3:33 a.m.
, we all kind of look forward
to getting old. To leaving The Shift. To waking more often
in the middle of the night, throwing on some slippers
and standing on the porch, or using the superb
opportunity to do some uncrowded, easy shopping
The one piece of advice
I might have for other night
-worshippers is to check out and, if you can, consider
, the Uberman's Sleep Schedule
. Danke and--yarrwwagh!