It all happened
in the wee hours,
past midnight
or even earlier…
who knows?
thick dark it was,
and me fast asleep.
the day raged…,
the light dazzled…
that much I know.
it all collapsed in the eventide
or it seems so at least.
I was not there
to recount the rest,
I go to bed very early.
très fatiguee’ as my
English landlady used to say.
(she had been to Paris for a day or two in all her life)
I am only tired,
very tired , I mean.
Eyes closed
one knows no more,
yet one knows best within…
the Innernet illumined,
without the sun and moon
and all the starry sky above.
(kmg-jan 2015)
