It's Still Life

A Few Observations on Restlessness

I woke at 2AM
writing poetry
in my head
I yawned
and it was gone

When I wake
I’m greeted by
a floater in my eye
it bathes on a tide
with every blink

Yesterday I woke
with a sea-legs and
music in my ear –
it’s high pressure
I’m anticyclonic

Sleep is
a mind twice my own.
This explains why I
sometimes count syllables
in my sleep.

I sing lullabies
to my plants
but they never sleep.
Sometimes I can’t sleep.
Sometimes I can’t lay awake.

Poetic form: Gogyohka. image from WikiCommons “Ridiculous Dream” by Francisco Goya, Original Title: Disparate Riduculo Date: c.1819. ©️ Misky 2020