
The endless countdown of insomnia
whispering the hours of rest ahead if I only “go to sleep now”
Drowning in the early hours
by neighboring chain saws and leaf blowers
Idle wishes that spellcraft could transform me
waking dreams of hibernation and life in a remote forest cave
The clash of arguing teens, at unholy hours
the mundane crisis of dishes
The words want to flow over every interruption:
a flood, a landslide, a disaster to bring silence
But my volume is less, and my presence invisible,
in this odd mediation of the every day
It’s a life lived like a cha-cha
all repetition and a shuffle
tracing the same steps over the same ground
like a strange, domestic Groundhog Day
lived while I watch at the same time
The early mornings
of constant interruption
Until a horror movie scream
lodges itself in my throat
and I breathe
and I meditate
and I murmur “inner peace”
and I run
I write
I project myself into quiet
The life of the introvert:
constantly surrounded
Without a moment of silent thought
alone… ~ Caroline A. Slee
Note: I am laughing and shaking my head as I write this. Mornings are such a drag sometimes! 😉