I postpone sleep, and then too,
waking - the pier-less space between planes,
the too plain too brite day,
overt and accusing with curtained
shadows, waving thin and roomy and ever at vigil
-nocturn devotion even through noon.
their mood loiters, nervously slowed to deliberate
distortion; scavenged shimmers of the riptide
currents filled with work weak busysounds
and its caved in undertow …

they don't know
I am here.