My head is sideways on the desk. My arm for a pillow. Eyes closed, says the teacher. I hear the school clock. Narrow white noise without a past tense. I watch the minute hand. It hangs still as the day. 1st grade. It’s nap time. The details are gone, but I remember without my yellow blanket with the satin edging, sleep never came easily.
Time from very far
Spare a moment for the moon
Written for dVerse Poets Haibun Monday: Memory . AI Digital Artwork is my own, created using AI Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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