Pushaw Lake

It is time for sleep- 

Well, beyond time for sleep-

But when the light in my room extinguished at the mere flick of a switch

Brightness from the night sky leaped through my window

Jagged, like tinfoil

Glinting

From sky,

To water,

Into my weary eyes

At first I buried my face in my pillow

But I knew I'd have to come up for air at some point

And so, defeated sleepiness turning to captivation,

I sit here, legs crossed, and let the light steal me away

Into the night, where the lake across my lawn

Looks like static that I see when I turn my cable-less TV to pretty much any station

Signal interference in the dark.

I lift myself from my nest of sheets and murmur.

I think I'll go kayaking tonight.