Midnight walk.

I get insomnia at times. Usually after too much ice tea or an emotional spike. I had to many thoughts cascading in my mind to sleep last night so I took a lone walk through town. I did lots of thinking but there were no answers or resolutions to be found in my lonely walk.

I have tried many times and failed to write a poem about my evening walks. Each time my efforts sound like a cheap rip-off of Aquainted with the Night by: Robert Frost. So I no longer try. But I am getting a clear idea of his understanding of solitude that he must have had to write such a poem.

Acquainted with the Night
by: Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
O luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

From "New Hampshire", 1923