Voicing to God

It’s 3 am.

It is 3 am, not because

the earth has positioned herself against the Sun

or because stars are visible now as far as vision can take me.

It is 3 am because I am carved out by wakefulness

as the dreams I share with God roll through me

like planets and gasious stars around a central Sun

My body is tired-

my mind, tired

but a tree sprouts violently up my sides

erecting its command over a long and lonesome night.