How bare it looks now,
Christmas decorations gone.
Thoughts of spring cleaning.


Unable to sleep.
In the darkness my thoughts whirl.
A storm-tossed vessel.


The noise of workmen hammering
sends my thoughts scattering
along with the cat!

Restless Night

A restless night
tossing and turning,
a small boat adrift on a stormy sea.

Thousands of thoughts
around my head rolling,
sleeping and dreaming elusive to me.

Each random thought
comes blustering, billowing,
following one and leading yet more.

Wave washed and weary
I drift into morning
and find I have gently drifted ashore.


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