Four o'clock in the Morning

When you awake
At three in the morning
Or four,
Or five,
Do not go back to sleep,
A well-meaning soul advised me,
For that is when inspiration comes.

Thirsting for inspiration
At four in the morning,
I lay awake,
Staring at the shadows.

I stared and stared.
A car drove by,
Somewhere a dog barked.
Is this inspiration?
Rapid footsteps.
Is she coming?

But alas, nothing more.
The birds were still asleep.
The old alarm clock ticked on dutifully:
Not-yet-time not-yet-time not-yet-time

My souls yearns for God more than watchmen for dawn.