2:15 am

The air in the room sits still

It’s not hot or cold, it’s indifferent


Plainly, I can’t sleep

My mind running in all directions

Possibilities stirring everything but the air


My purpose calls from several directions

In silent words and thoughts plans are conceived


Helpful to others and revealed to me in dreams

A solution for me and others patiently awaits

Hoping for beneficial outcomes and providence

Birds at the feeder swarm at sunrise

With wings to motivate the sitting air

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