after i became a father, 
the mundane took on meaning. 
Me, in a chair at 2AM. 
Feeding, rocking in an embrace,
silent, watchful, sober.
A far cry from the 2AM
I had known

before. 
Cigarettes & laughter, 
a posse trying to stretch
the night out. A diner, a booth, 
grilled cheese & French fries,
ears ringing, hand stamps blurred,
and the drive home alone.