Sleep comes easy these days,
but lasts for less time.
I sleep three times a day
and wake up just before nine.
I dress while the street sleeps,
walk while all is quiet.
Walk the sand between the neaps,
walk while all is tired.
When they wake, I’m gone.
Back to where I belong,
for I am a creature of the curtain.
I hide the wrong side of it.
Recluse you can all be certain –
hiding from you, I hide from it.