Gentle Tap

I wake up to a gentle tap,
Though no one could have come inside.
I feel it like I feel the air.
So unmistakeable. It’s there.
I see the clock and almost gasp.
The day has passed. Or, almost passed.
My pen, my paper – where are they?
My phone, my laptop – where are they?
There’s not much time.
There’s not much time.
There’s nothing on my canvas mind,
There’s nothing I can craft to words,
Except the gentle tap I heard
Inside my dreamless, solid sleep –
A tap that must have come from deep.