awake

as each day
surrenders
and night falls
and the woods
deepen, and
even the water
that tumbles
darkly
through the stream,
down the rocky
hill, the carved
and dangerous
ravine, takes
on a new weight
of it's own,
i lean against
the sill with
the window open
and with the work
of day finished,
bone weary, i
am still up
and waiting.