Waking in th’ cold at 1:42 AM isn’t a de rigueur
scene you’d’ve planned upon - but crashing at
7:30 PM wasn’t either; it’d been a heavyweight
day whichever sequence of acts came to mind,
& they were legion, tho facts of the matter paid
little credence to a disturbed night before, less
any really restful sleep, that rare commodity of
aged bodies upon which we obliquely depend
And sleep’s supposed to restore equilibrium a
psyche needs to retain its malleability; or they
say that so there’s justice in poppa naps we’d
otherwise be hammered into submission by, if
not stacked at the familial forge - altho Grand-
parenting goes the long way to requiting that
© 1 August 2016, I. D. Carswell
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