Why is the mind always the most active at 4:00 am?

In the witching hour of night, I often find myself

Contemplating my meager existence

While staring at the ceiling fan,

Accompanied by a soundtrack of crickets,

And taking drags on a Number 27


The spontaneity of these thoughts

Is like jazz

And I’m adrift on the strangeness of it all

What must it be like

To get some sleep

When one lays their head down to rest?

© Chester Sakamoto