Five thirty in the morning laying wide awake
mouth parched like the desert, bladder like a lake
close my eyes and try to doze, need to be comatose
curled down on my side, breathing deep
willing myself back to sleep
mind has other ideas, goes over issues, raise needless fears
bladder grumbling hitting high, feels as if it’s to my ears
I rise, to my body I acquiesce
Looking out the window,I see the emerging sun
A new day has started, no need to be glum
Sleep time over start the day
I was wide awake anyway.
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 