If I could
not sleep
because I worry
all I have
not done
remains undone
and all I
might is mightier
than I, then
getting out of
bed becomes a
challenge and I
admittedly half
heartedly try, one
foot before the other
inevitably
leads outside
to fetch the
paper, other people’s
pulp and fortune
delivered to my door
when lo, the moon
half circle in
the sky accompanied
by some goofy bird’s
sarcastic cry,
Howdy do Who are you
Nice try. I realize
I’ve been a fool again
and gratefully
not locked out
half dressed
go back inside.
♥