3:21 am is a lonely time.My wife is asleep.
The dogs can barely
open their eyes,
and do so
just long enough
to briefly explore
the cold
morning
and then
come back
to their beds.
I remember
my college friend
telling me
"no matter what,
Jesus
will always love you,"
and how I used to
walk the streets
at night,
going to Hopper's
Nighthawks
where I sit by myself
and noone
knows me
because I am
that man
without
a face
and it is
these
moments
where I find
mirrors
and meet
(in myself)
that
whom I did not know.
