Sleep, Where Are You?
Early morning wears the claws of a feral tom cat,
unable to retract
for the sake of peaceful thoughts.
Sleeplessness has the heinous ability
to transform the most timorous of wee beasties
into predatory wild things.
My bed bears evidence of restlessness;
linens and pillows tossed and tumbled
in wild confusion.
Three seventeen precisely,
all attempts and pretence of sleep abandoned,
I grasp spectacles, water bottle and sense of reason,
making my way to the computer.
I read for a while
but my hands scream in painful anguish
at any attempt to type,
even the smallest of response
and certainly not my ‘smiles, love and blessings…’
what now…what now?
Donning yesterday’s clobber,
I place the water bottle with my Bible
into the compartment of the walking frame.
Ashley utters a guttural growl
as I reach for the back door
but her tail wags a greeting.
No sooner do I settle into my overstuffed lounge
in the back yard
than a blanket of marauding mosquitos
intent on draining my blood
Even the tumultuous vista of my bed
has more appeal.
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