warm, snug, safe.
Wide-awake in the midnight hour
a thought bubble floats by
“cannot sleep”.
Grasp it and hold on
or let the breeze carry it onward to
another night-time mind?
Lie in a boat
sail free from the harbour.
Let the wind and waves
describe the journey
guided only by
the pull of the moon.
What is this time for
if not for sleeping?
Re-membering
awakening to a being free
of wants and desires.
Accepting what is
may be different from what I want.
Let the boat course its own journey
always moving closer to home.
What will be remembered
in the morning?
© 12 Jan 18
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