“this night…”

I have many goods,
houses, swimming pools, yachts,
gold, bank accounts, solid investments
(and I mustn’t forget my shares
especially the information I’m privy to
that will tell me when the limit up is reached
and I should sell);
rent, interest, but above all
enough ready cash to instantly fulfill
any desire I might have.
………………………………………

But why did I wake
soaked in sweat
in anguish and pain
squeezing, retrosternal?

“Thou fool, this night...”
I hear and it’s only three in the morning.

How can I in the few hours till dawn
do all the things
I haven’t done in sixty years?

Thou fool!
1 Aug. 2004