At 3 AM

At 3 AM when the world it sleeps
you wander down Broadway
a patchwork pathway swept empty silent

in seeming honor of only you

At 3 AM the foghorn bellows its stoic warning

some forgotten distance away
and you lean into the air and almost make out

the hush of the dark breaking water
that calls out its unknown message to only you

At 3 AM passing through the haloed islands and the electric murmur

of every street lamp
into the dark oasis of the in-betweens

where you look up and see every star
and you're glad you don't have to share them
for they burn for only you

At 3 AM the isolation and solitude you feel
is not at all desperate
you are alone but not lonely

because this moment in time is yours
tailored and presented to you alone

and for only you.