Sleep

Sleep -

It is a mystery 

To me 

This afternoon - late 

I lay down for a moment 

And hours passed 

- no one could have separated me 

From that 

What comfort - 

     What bliss 

What an opiate!

But now I wait 

     Late at night

For the idea to dawn again 

For the sleepiness 

     To descend 

Knowing that it's so 

     Necessary 

To the quality of 

My life tomorrow 

Fiddling with Facebook 

Looking up old "x's"

Feeling wonderful 

That I can -

That there is no parent 

No overseer -

To say 

Anything -

Ah 

What luxury 

It may not seem like much 

But from an  over controlled 

Childhood 

I still run -

I am rebelling here 

Staying up till 

One  

Hiding from 

Responsibility 

It will all be there tomorrow 

The lists 

Are still long 

I check off one or two things 

In a dulsitory fashion -

Until the next emergency arises 

And takes presidence 

But sleep 

(Which is what this was

Supposed to be about) 

Is no where to be found 

No where around 

As we get older 

It gets more complex 

Some nights - awake 

All night 

For no apparent reason

Just 

The sheer cussedness 

     Of life 

The more we fight and try 

To sleep 

The further away 

It drifts 

Anger doesn't help 

Murdering helpless pillows 

Beating on them 

Cursing - 

At three or four in the morning 

Is probably 

Counter productive -

Not in the 

"Sleep therapy"

Curriculum 

Was that a yawn? 

The beginnings of a possibility 

Of a return 

To the blessed state 

Of non-existence ? 

One can but try . . .