sleep still possesses me
as i obligingly take my walk;
like a fugitive it escaped,
for hours in the night
while i wrestled with bed covers,
helplessly trying to recapture
night’s elusive slumber.
at last it returned unannounced,
slipping in like a hand in a pocket,
pulling me deep into dream’s abyss
of revolving, unending imagery.
morning came with all its brillance
yet sleep resisted my release
so i walk, still its prisoner
until, in boredom, it retreats…