Hour By Minute...Tuesday... After Gustav Poem by elysabeth faslund

No alarm. Day off. Sleep. Sleep. Night shift last night...too dark.
Not work. Hot...7: 30 a.m. No sounds. Hot.
Cold, sweet, coffee. Day old. Tired caffeine.
Sleep. Sleep.
Sheets damp. Hair wet. Air still. Walking. Walking.
Something giant-buzzing. Far sound.
Phone...dead.
Computer...everything dead.

Plath's 'Bell Jar'...
When the 'Bell Jar' descends...do you fight it?
When Poe's 'Raven' flaps...do you hear it?
When Blake's 'Dragon' knocks...do you open the door?

Sleep. Sleep.
And nightmares crept on Puma paws...freeze frames thru
The Night...
Was it night? Had to be...had to be...please let it be.

Helicopters, chainsaws, sirens...
And fireflies blinking in the Dark