Measures

 

At first they seem to intertwine, deep in the middle of the night.

Measured beats, taking turns. As if some percussionist were racing between my alarm clock and the bathroom sink. A sharp-tongued steady tick followed by an inexhaustible delicate flop. Then a return trip. And another after that. Keeping score, keeping time.

Even as I try to sleep.

But the occasional off-beat can also be heard if I pay long enough attention. The faucet suddenly relieves itself in a short, winding sigh. One that makes the sink gurgle with delight, eager as it is to consume the excess flow.

And then a quick return back to rhythm. Maybe not quite the same as before. A new song, a different beat.

Sometimes the sounds are so completely in sync that just a single one thereafter splits the night.

At least for a time.

At least until they can find a safe place to cycle back out again.

A reminder, here in these sleepless hours, that time doesn’t so much demand our constancy as our movement.

And, perhaps, just a bit of patience through it all.

Peace

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