Sometimes you just need

a good, solid nap.

Ode to Spring Napping

Sleepless nights and work filled days

The weight of my eyes mimic the pounding of my fingers against my keyboard.

My hunger is satisfied by my stress, anxiety and a tiny cafe

Nourished by theory, soy crisps. Need to finish.

Review. Print. Staple. Run.

Bodies on the grass

Vitamin D and sweet breeze tempting me.

To play? To hang? To chill? To nap?

Biological clock: its time to crash

Back to. My humble. Abode. Word.

White sheets and fuzzy pillows

My body sinks into the bed, no energy to rest.

Adieu frenemies caffeine and stimulants

Is that tree outside Grandmother Willow?

Eyes shut. Mind dead. Delusional. Rest

Paying my sleep debt

The breeze lightly touches my face.

Heat dispersed over my body

Sweat on the back of my knees, wet

Hot. Bothered. Tired. Tryna sleep

Alas! I nap

Wake up to moist sheets and red cheeks and the SUN.

Oh where did you go old friend? During those months of winter when I napped and woke up to darkness?

You are here now old chap

Rested. Sweaty. Temporal confusion. Ready to Rage