Oh well. It's April.

Awake again after midnight.
I should try sleeping when the living do
instead of
propping my eyes open
under the full gut of sun.
Oh well. It’s April, and here
that means storms -- long clouds
blown in on a stiff breeze, belly full of rain
and rumble. Lately the sky has been
full of them.

Beyond the windowblind the night
surrenders to the bristle and flood.