Those nights

Those nights, 

Those nights when sleep eludes us, 

When we stagger from the bedroom 

 And crawl into a chair to sit 

Glued to an engrossing book, 

TV, or video game,

Hoping the blood will settle down 

Or the brain will stop rehearsing 

 What we should have said or need to do 

When the world is light again; 

What might we do instead in the dark 

To make the world a better, kinder place?