You need a silent rest
and I need recumbency.
I find a peaceful place,
I recline and read and write
throughout the night,
come to bed at dawn
to greet you as you rise.
But office workers
call at nine, nine thirty, ten
and so with blurry eyes I
pretend lucidity,
then fall back to sleep
until you return at two.
My head and ankle
have schedules
out of sync with offices,
though I’m in tuneful counterpoint
with you.
Shawn L. Bird 
you are the best ms bird! smile and the world will smile with you
your friend n followere
General Hope
Thank you kindly! 🙂
The synchronicity of souls will always trump the mismatch of commerce.
🙂
Reblogged this on Michelle Vee.
And so goes the writer (P.S. This is beautiful!)
Thanks, Hannah.
good one! I too used to be night owl.
Let to my own devices, I quickly revert.