a basement on the hill in poetry

somewhere edges of eggs are crisping
the dim blue light of dawn
the beginnings of birdsong
somewhere this tableau is relief
somewhere this picture shows release
not so much for me
been up all night just
banging at these keys
trying to make sense of the night
another sunrise banishes an evening
when I didn’t get it right
now’s the time to sleep through
the gaudy showiness of daylight
try again tomorrow