its 3 am and the noise has suddenly ceased.
the light is tired as I, from a full day's thought and action.
The flowers spring toward the sun when its high in the sky, but
when night falls I know not their course of action.  Maybe they
stay pointed to where the sun used to be, hoping the light will come back
and allow their growth and comfort. Or maybe they retreat,
accepting defeat whilst giving way to the unknown.
Maybe we are all sunflowers- we lie awake at night, hoping
to sleep through the unknown and awaken to a new light.
The hardest part being when and where to look for the knowing.
Not too early, not too late.