There’s a time when the night sky changes
from black to blue that’s just as dark
but things in the distance are more distinct
and you see that what you were looking for—
a lover, an answer, a break, or sleep—
is not in this night for you to find.
But no one goes mad in this quarter-hour.
This is the time to rest from your searching,
to buy a cup of coffee and then go home
to lie on your bed and listen
to the people wake who search by day.