as darkness creeps
toward new light
i overthink it all
what’s done
and to be done
what lies ahead
and in my head
thoughts twist and tangle
tire me
and taunt me
as time tick ticks away
another day
and sleepless night
envious of my husband
fast asleep
in this crowded bed
dogs at our feet
but restless thoughts
won’t leave my head
so instead
i toss and turn
and fill my mind
with all but dreams
with hope
and regrets
with worries
and queries
and Italian drills
punctuated by clattering
down in the street
and still troubled lungs
that heave and squeak
so absurd
thoughts retreat!
for all i want to do
is sleep
Dog-eared Stories by anne celano frohna 