consciousness one, sleep zero.
“There will come a day
When you would have lived your life
All the way through,
Mine long gone.
And peace will descend then,
Such a great peace, like a breath
Moving those pines, moving
Even the stone.
And then, then I can let go.”
After one in the morning and I am completely and indisputable awake. I was fatigued this afternoon… weary. Work was not overly stressful, but I physically felt run down as if I’d been carrying the plow’s yoke about me all day. Just as I was arriving home, it began to rain. The skies grew darker and the weather sealed the fate of any chance there was of convincing myself to go to the gym. I should have napped, but I can’t remember what happened next. I think I worked from the house for a little while longer before settling into an acceptable position on the couch for a few more Firefly episodes. I great wave of sadness swept over me just as I laid down to attempt sleep and then it was gone… not the sadness, but rather the notion sleep was achievable. Sitting on the floor of a quiet, dark house… so big and lonely… talking to my pets to break the silence. I think try again now. Sleeping pills and round two. There goes the ding of the bell.
I hate when that happens.
I tried to respond to your recent comment but the e-mail came back. Anyway, I wanted to thank you very much for letting me know who wrote that. I ordered the book!
Post a comment