A full moon drifts
across a cloudless sky:
the curtains are closed.
Quiet footprints, only detectable
because of the night’s silence
as the tired nurse makes his
4:00am circuit of the ward
striving to stay alert during
the longest o’clock of his shift.
Restlessness seeps under the door
of one room as the sleeper dreams
of her place at the centre
of society, allows her mind to flow
across the colours she will use
to paint her nails in the morning.
Gentle pleasure slides out from another;
the sleeper dreams of his girl-friend
(a figment entirely of his imagination)
as she talks to him of their life together
and he tells her about the flowers
he will plant in their garden.
Fear – great galloping horses of fear,
charges round another room.
Its occupant is trapped
somewhere deep inside the Matrix
as he is throughout his day, and will
remain so until the moon wanes.
The lady in the next room is not sleeping.
She is listening to the walk of the nurse,
plotting what time she can creep out
and into the room of the young man
down the corridor.
is in deep dreamless sleep,
unaware of what will happen
in the next few hours.