Brian Doyle says that ‘nothing good happens at 3am; unless you are going fishing.’
I call him in disagreement.
At 3am, turning on just small white string lights framing the window at my side,
I take journal in hand, gaze at the moon nearing its setting, and hold my first coffee cupped in hands.
On special mornings a raccoon, or night-trolling possum visit the deck just the other side of our shared wall.
I say a silent hello, good morning and good night
as I continue my thoughts, pen to paper, and look forward to nothing more,
in this quiet time, than the grace of several more hours to be here, myself and the dark, the quiet, peace, present.
Perhaps it is only here
in this place
with these stone walls and high ceilings
quiet resting back yard
busy traveling front
perhaps it is just here
that all good things happen.
So I beg to differ.
I ask and want answers-
I do not think I am alone
do you too not find,
that in the quiet hours before the world begins to stir,
the most profound
Brian Doyle says nothing good happens at 3am. I disagree and invite him to
in this morning-place in this creative castle
and change his mind~