Half Full

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


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.