Tuesday, February 24, 2015

When sleep does not come

Visit from the black dog. Learning to scritch her head between the ears.

When sleep does not come
I pray the list
Of everyone,
Of everything,
Of all that rests on my heart.
I hold them more clearly
In front of me,
Look them in the eyes.
I pray the dark,
Watch it lighten.
When sleep does not come
I pray.

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