I'm not up to walking
this morning.
Last night I lay, relaxing
each muscle in turn
Beginning with my toes,
Then up and up
To my knotted neck.
When I opened one eye
In a reverse blink,
My clock gleamed 2:43
in red.
Random memories streamed.
Successes, embarrassments,
Conflicts,
What I should have said,
In a calendar-blind
soap opera.
Finally, I turned off
my mental TV
And just lie there.
How long?
Staring at the back
of my eyelids.
