(It's all about me!)

Unable to sleep
I get up at one to make tea

frost sparkles on the flat roof
outside my kitchen window

frost is given its own light
ghost grey

and the town beyond
may as well be sky

lamp black
behind the auras of street stars

while in a loftier emptiness
older lights of Cassiopeia
position themselves
to wink at me

to announce
in their unshakeable W formation
that for I   absolute centre of the universe
it is indeed     Wednesday