vignette 101

I’ve been thinking about sleep.

strolling the floor toward the toilet

in the morning I think about sleep.

refreshed at breakfast, sleep shows-up

at the table like a friend, nodding

and smiling and intoxicating.

in my mind sleep takes me to the place

where nothing motivates, nothing adjudicates

and there’s no disposition, no boss, no antagonist,

no time clock, no deodorant with aluminum,

no yearning to be someplace else, no yelling

and no pressure to get the machine fixed

whatever the machine might be and where

I'm young and pretty.

ahh.. sleep.