Ascetic hedonist

by kangarooseamstress

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.