04.30 in the early hours,

Looking at flowers

Which

Two days ago

Were Closed

Bud like

Coy

Like myself

When a young boy.

Now open

Gentle bright

Even in this

Insomniac’s

Middle of night.

Being aware

Is being Awake

And being awake

Is having awareness

That you do not regret

Past Mistakes.

In this strangely quiet

Time of night

Sudden realisation

Drops…..and

You know what?

To trust in the timing of life

Leads to understanding

That inherently

In our passage through time

We are

As individuals…….

Essentially

Sublime.