“Evening Ritual”
Take off my thinking hat,
replace it with a night cap –
something that warms me through.
I can feel it go all the way down.
Closing my eyes
is like pulling the covers up around my brain.
Nestled into my instant nighttime,
Inhale clouds. Exhale stars. Good night, Moon.
I don’t mind twisting and turning;
it’s just my spirit dislodging to go for a walk
and my body hunkering down for the night.
I don’t look at the clock anymore.
Tick, tock. I turn it’s face from mine,
yawning to drown out the constant, jerky reminder
of how many Z’s are passing me by.
Besides,
I don’t have to be asleep
to rest.
***
Dreamt about babies at least two times in the past seven days. Happy dreams, too. I wonder if someone has something to tell me?
2 comments:
Oh gosh...beautiful. "It's just my spirit dislodging to go for a walk." I feel more rested and alive just having read that.
madame, you are too kind. =+)
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