Insomniac Mornings
Neither moon nor I
sleep much; now April sun tries
to shake us awake.
Rings under eyes, moon
slowly sips its coffee sky,
nibbles pastry clouds.
Somehow we doze. May?
Did I dream? Do moons? Is this
winter dreaming spring?
Lonely? Sometimes, but
scores count on us. No time for
sorrow; plus, we're free.
Overslept again.
To work: I toward my desk, moon
to yawning mountains.
I wish "good morning";
a guard taps a watch and grins:
"Yes, good afternoon!"
Insomniac Mornings © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: April 21, 2019