Waking in the lounge chair at 2:30 am wasn’t my
preferred plan - but then again, having slept thru
whatever else may have been it seemed okay &
a whole lot less confusing, the only exception is,
usually it isn’t me; she is our somnambulant - we
don’t sleep-walk per se, but wake up amazed off
& away comfortable in places with no memory of
having parking the body there in the first place
It would seem sleep has its own guarantee - and
a set of blandishments never ceasing to amaze -
notwithstanding you’ve no memory of the ‘siesta’
piece bits of it gel into a web enwrapped about a
psyche now decidedly at rest, and in the waking
you’re freed, cleansed again, restored to please
© 2 December 2015, I. D. Carswell
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