"Uhtceare is an Old English word that refers to anxiety experienced just
before dawn. It describes that moment when you wake up too early and
can't get back to sleep, no matter how tired you are, because you're
worried about the day to come." Mark Forsyth, The Horologicon
The night is dark, the water deep
but morning’s not so far away.
I’m floating at the edge of sleep
a fish the fisher couldn’t keep,
an exile at the break of day.
The night is dark, the water deep—
or should be, but the tide is neap
and anchored vessels barely sway.
I’m floating at the edge of sleep
an aging broom that still must sweep.
The streetlights glare, I cannot say
the night is dark. The water’s deep
as blankets tumbled in a heap,
billows rocking Slumber Bay.
I’m floating at the edge of sleep
waiting for my clock to beep,
my ship to launch, my anchor weigh.
The night is short. The waters keep
me stranded at the edge of sleep.
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