Ok, sorry folks, but I am going to torture you with another poem. The essay I intended to post for today is still gestating. That's how writing works for me sometimes. The theme, words, stories, etc. gestate on a back burner sometimes for days before they are ready.
I just gave up on trying to nap; I've never been a good daytime sleeper. This poem came to me and I decided it will have to do for today.
Painting courtesy of Ellen Joffe-Halpern, Williamstown, Massachusetts
Waiting for sleep
One foot cradled in the sole of its partner
An arm draped across another
Turning towards myself
Inside small parts quake
Surrounding tissues swaddle
"There, there, you mustn't shake so.
There is no energy to spare