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.


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