night poem #2

I stayed up all night trying to prove free will exists.
I kept my light on, one lamp, and window open.

Irrational emotion and passionate feelings knocked
on my door but I was busy at my desk and asked
them politely to please come back later. They
drank tea in the common room, talked for a while,
before descending the five flights.

Nonsense, absurdity, the unknown called me
on the telephone, each in turn - but my roommate
was asleep, snoring softly, so I had to excuse
myself: So sorry, can't talk, very busy.

Love, the divine, god climbed in through
my window. They sat on my bed and read my notes,
picking leaves and twigs out of each other's hair
and laughing. They'd climbed the tree, they told me.
I bent my head and pretended not to hear. They climbed
down the way they came in.

Art and literature had been in my closet. I went to get
dressed this morning and found them, embracing
between my winter coat and least favorite sun dress. I
took my jacket off its hanger without disturbing them.
They'd fallen asleep.

This afternoon I saw her, asleep in the courtyard.
She was taking a nap, her head supported by a pile of books,
her clothes rumpled, but her face serene.
I yawned and rubbed my eyesand figured we'd bump into each other one of these days.
Exams are so busy for everyone, she must be overwhelmed.

CDL