Neither Owl nor Bird

stormclouds rule the sky today,
east and west, above and below,
so i can’t tell what time it is –
with each passing hour
it remains a heavy, grey constant.

all i know is i’m tired,
whether it be morning or afternoon.

moons and suns do not dictate
the duration of my consciousness;
i adore both night and day wholly, equally,
and, if i could choose,
i’d stay awake through both,
to watch our majestic stratosphere
fade and blend from
light to dark to light again.