The Even-ing and then, the Night Shift

The evening evens.

The day’s accounts are closed as evening announces frankly,

“Here’s what happened today.”

With an air of inevitability, but also apology, but then, ultimately, no care at all. An acknowledgement that all the day’s doings were “a dream” and now

We go to sleep 

To encounter

THE REAL.

My life,

In dreams?

Busy busy busy!

I wake up in disbelief that now, after all those “dreams,” I must do REAL things?

How can that be, when I’ve just toiled 9 hours?

At impossible, improbable, absurd things of the utmost importance?

Now I must do that again? In the day?

But, I’ve just worked the night shift!