Sleep is difficult when the lights are on
And the sun shows its face in the window.
But it’s 5am and the birds chirp loudly
When they first awake to call to their kin.
I’ve been up all night writing a draft
Of a note of an essay to someone,
Who won’t ever see it, not if I have a say.
I can’t rest when my mind reels back
From the roller-coaster of writing again
To an unknown soldier person carefully;
It starts like all notes do, with one word
Carefully, meticulously chosen: “Dear.”