Creative Coping

Firm and awake is how I feel,

Now that day is done

And night is

Come to stop

The whirr of consciousness.

Today was easy,

There was no drag,

Low air resistance and I

Soared high, even

At my desk, sat on foam.

After lunch came cruel gut,

Prompting truancy, again

the shame of crunch and swallow-

But it passed and day dawned anew

With afternoon and bloodstream teeming-

Tasks were done and now,

I’m happy to explore the night and trip on sleep, by chance,

Busy looking for a dream.