Half Past Midnight

By Ben Macnair

The day is half an hour old,

and already it has been spent,

dreaming.

Even the birds think it is early.

Only the insomniacs,

Radio and Television rolling news hosts,

emergency services,

and anyone with a worry

are doing anything but dreaming.

Ben Macnair is an award-winning poet and playwright from Staffordshire in the United Kingdom. Follow him on Twitter @ benmacnair