3 a. m. by Kim Hutchinson

In the green morning
I wanted to be a heart.
A heart.

Ditty of First Desire
Federico Garcia Lorca

The clock glares, red-faced and angry.

I roll away in search of a new position, trying to feel my way to deep mystery, but dreams elude me.

When I was a child, I walked in my sleep. As an adult, I slept while awake. I walked, talked, ate, worked, unaware of my surroundings, unable or unwilling to see reality.

I tried different beds. They were too hard or too soft.

Alone, I always felt the pea.

Now I pray for the rolling crash of thunder, plead for a blessed sleep. I crave the joy of waking to the clean scent of a fresh world.

It’s not to be. Not today. Not tomorrow. Or next week.

I shift my pillow and picture a distant green morning.

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5 responses to “3 a. m. by Kim Hutchinson

  1. Beautiful description. Well done.

  2. Darryl P.

    This really touched me and worked its magic on me all the way through. Nice job.

  3. Love the allusions to metaphors of sleep. Gorgeous writing, hypnotic, and so I lingered several times through. Peace…

  4. Pingback: Week #15 – Sleep « 52|250 A Year of Flash

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