There’s Plenty Of Time For Sleep, Wake Up! I slide open the box of matches and find the lone survivor. Flick it across the sandpaper and watch the chemical reaction. Let there be light. I light the wick of the creamsickle candle in the glass jar, Watch as the flame comes alive melting the sleeping wax Into a puddle of hot liquid that asks, “What just happened?” I wanted to speak to that newborn translucent goo, To tell it that a butterfly is only a butterfly if it breaks out of its cocoon, But my phone rang. “Hello”, I said. “What’s up bro?” “Just talking to my candle.” “Call me when you’re sober.” Click. I hear music and open the blinds to see a parade marching down my street. A dude with a harmonica and seven naked women walking and gyrating hula hoops. At times like these, there’s only one thing to do. But I need a costume. Something to express to the world that I’m no piece of wax. Like Clark Kent I always have my cape nearby and miraculously my dragon hat is hanging on the doorknob. I catch them as they round the corner, Just in time to join in and sing the chorus of “Let It Be”. There will be an answer – let it be. Let there be life.