Eclipse of the Heart

I awaken in the middle of the night covered in sweat. Trying to pinpoint the lunar streaked thoughts that woke me this eve, I rummage through a million images, a coastal sea cave, a settlement table, and a myriad of others. Text messages flash from friends out partying- electro eclipse party, missed call from Vinny, no call from you. I wish I had never heard the tale of my father’s lack of consideration before I went to bed tonight. I feel alone and thinking that I wish that money hadn’t meant so much to him, I wish that someone still valued love and family. I am alone with my thoughts, I hope that the ghosts of dead corporations and pollution and greed won’t drown Bangladesh into oblivion, won’t kill our planet, strangle seabirds, won’t take my father away from me. But slowly, it has. I wish I didn’t feel eclipses so much, but I always do. Alone with my thoughts, big meeting at work tomorrow, and I’m thinking of slipping back into oblivion as I eye a pair of running shoes that will be put to use at 7:00 AM to quiet my beating heart. 3:54 AM eternal.