Four a.m.
The knock at
four a.m.
needed to be
answered
I needed
to ignore
the dread
and fear
The rain
needed to
stop beating
so loudly
Time needed
to let me
shut out
the noise
Until the
morning
came in
soft and fragrant
When looking
out my
window
revealed much
And darkness
no longer
gripped my
weary soul
And I’m right;
you were
knocking at
the wrong door