Image by Tomasz Hanarz from Pixabay 

One A.M.

The clock ticks off each second.

The beltway’s hum like slow waves breaking.

And then, the sparkling song of the mockingbird

rippling through the night, perhaps singing

of impending birth or providing hope

for those lost in the dark searching

for clarity, salvation, guidance

while sleep warms less worried souls.

Sascha Darlington