Sleep eludes me.
I hear every cricket.
Their song confirms,
No rest for the wicked.
Think of plans overdue,
Make more for the morrow.
It’s no wonder we need,
To beg, steal and borrow.
Throw on just one more,
How many can we stack?
Before that final straw,
Breaks the camel’s back.
Sweet meltdown at last.
Can we now relax?
Toss worries away,
Like graduation caps.
Let me collapse into bed,
Where the pillow’s so soft,
Please, on your way out,
Can you switch my brain off?
Ahh… at last sweet silence.
Yeah…. that’s the ticket!
Wait…what’s that off in the distance?
No No!
Inbound crickets!!
~smj
(sept 2007)