My day is off kilter
I wake up at 12 a.m.
groggy and as if
back from the dead
at first I think
it’s 12 p.m.
until I realize I’m
12 hours wrong

but all is not lost
I start writing poems
earlier, and since
I no longer work
or have any
appointments, it’s
of no consequence
whatever time I
leave the dream
world and rejoin
the world of the
living again.

Bob Boyd