Boy, last night was wicked. Not matter how hard I tried I couldn’t sleep. I tried counting sheep. I tried counting cats. You name it. I counted anything I could think of. I got up and exercised for twenty minutes. I did need that, but it didn’t help. My mind was in a whirl and it wasn’t going to un-whirl no matter the effort. Maybe it was the Muse keeping me up. She does that, you know. Finally, this little gem came to me.
waiting for a dream
I toss, I turn, I raise
my shirt like a sail
I wake up in the morning and take a look at the clock. It’s digital and it sits on the table next to my bed. Its bright numbers glare at me, telling me that it’s boss. Soon I am awake and at it. The cat purrs her hello. And a smile appears on my puss. One moment I am thinking it’s just an ordinary day. The next, there’s nothing ordinary about this day. There might just be a rainbow.
the days tick away
each a sunrise and sunset
There are nights I just can’t sleep. Some of it is that I am a late night kind of guy. Seems I get a new shot of energy right after midnight. Often this is the time I have been my most creative. If you have to get up early the next morning for an appointment or for work, you’re going to be tired. Because you didn’t get enough sleep. It’s a burden that I seem to have carried my entire life. But what can a fellow do? Wonder if Hamlet faced this dilemma.
or not to insomnia
If you love poetry as much as I do, then you have to read S. S. Hicks’ blog. With each poem she posts, she just gets better and better. Much of her poetry reminds me of some of my favorites, such as Gary Snyder and Elizabeth Bishop. This poem especially spoke to me. I really love how she brought the poem to closure. So enjoy…