Light Rain
Around 4 a.m.,
lamp-light lit,
heavy rain. I am
not the only one
awake. Un
less my neighbour, a
cross the road, has left
a light on
by mistake. I start
to fret
about his electricity
being wasted.
Maybe I should knock
on his door,
ring his bell? Get wet!
Ah, the rain the rain
I’m drifting off again
imagining myself
as keeper of the light,
a lighthouse keeper.
light sleeper.
Bernard Young Poet 