Counting Sheep


I am all weird and weepy today, un
-prepared for the wily way the world

twists and turns to and fro and far
and wee. Can you see the sun be

-hind all this gray? Let’s breathe,
and ask these clouds to play a game

of fear hide-and-seek. Will You keep
me safe? I’ve got miles to go and very

little sleep.


Prompted by Poetic Asides

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2 Responses to Counting Sheep

  1. blogoratti says:

    Sad and solemn piece, in the end all ends well and the storm passes, sun re-emerges, winds whisper still. Greetings to you.

  2. Shawna says:

    I love this:
    “ask these clouds to play a game
    of fear hide-and-seek”

    As I’ve told you before, I have this imaginary “Restart” button in my head. Well, lots of buttons actually. “Escape,” for example. 😉 Anyway, I think we’re both just slamming all the imaginary buttons down at the same time, inside our heads. I’m glad I have you, to slam with.

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