Rhythms, or: Reality

A sijo

While putting her to bed \ I often fall asleep from exhaustion;
I'd rather remain awake \ to soak in night's boundlessness,
but am bound by mortality \ and men's daily rhythms.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

Vincent van Gogh (1853 – 1890)

P.S.

I had intended to post this last night, but once again fell asleep while putting my daughter to bed.

23 thoughts on “Rhythms, or: Reality”

  1. Very sweet, David. I find the night such a special, quiet time to indulge my senses. But am so exhausted from the day’s work that I set aside this craving. πŸ™‚

    1. 🀎 Terveen 🀎

      Yeah… I often have to go to bed or I simply cannot function the next day (middle age- yuck!), but I wish it were not so!

      -David

  2. I see you are not immune to parental exhaustion! I can’t tell you how many times I had to go wake up my husband who had fallen asleep while reading a bedtime story to the boys! Of course Moby Dick would put anyone to sleep…

  3. yawn / zzzzz / where was I?

    “The process of writing has something infinite about it. Even though it is interrupted each night, it is one single notation.” –Elias Canetti

  4. Such a wonderful piece. I love nights the best too, I’m much more awake and energized when I feed off people’s blood. πŸ§›

    There’s a boundlessness to it indeed, but I succumb too to the exhaustion at some point wondering how much time I’ve wasted lol. I really enjoyed reading this, David, it’s a great piece. I also love the Van Gogh quote.

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