In the Midnight Hour

I wake these nights to a pregnant darkness;

A Tsunami of unfathomable futures
filling all probable horizons.

It has me dancing on Occam’s razor,
teetering between mortal fear
and the intoxication of an unfolding quest.

My aging lungs and laboring heart
remind me of mortality.

Call me back to the reality
of a dark and lonely room

and the humanity of waking
to face another new day.