Awake in a giant night
is where I am

Anne Waldman

More brilliant bits in that poem:

I look out the window, there is night
I sit in this lighted room knowing this night 

Night! Night! I wish you’d go so I could go
to the post office, the bank, the supermarket

Why aren’t they open at night? I wonder 
Then realize I’m not the only person who’s 
considered in the grand scope of daily living.