A Law of Waking

Is there a law

of waking

that dictates I must lunge

into last night's late cricks and cracks

xamining every ancient word, now set and firmly said

like hunting for diamonds in the rubble

pocketing emeralds from the black-day landfill

gems festering, sinking, laying fallow

drowning in heaps of shBealllow laughter

and wasted time

 

Must I steal them

before the dawn eclipses us?

 

Before sunlight white washes

th hush and whorling hum

of nocturnal illuminations