poetry

why I should choose sleep

why I should choose sleep

dreams come carrying sparks
and maybe messages
electrical circuitry
becomes slow and even
the quiet night shift arrives
to empty the wastebaskets
and vacuum the mud-tracked carpets
time is allowed to go empty
and things are set to rights
my body prepares
for the next dawn
if I can only
let this day go

poetry

atypical migraine

atypical migraine

each time
the brain storm strikes
I wonder
if I’ll ever be the same

each time
after it’s over
I retest my malfunctioning faculties:
once again
I can read
I can think
I can speak
I can feel my hand –
these are all
plenty to celebrate:
I’ve been spared
again