The other shoe
Has dropped once more,
As lack of sleep
From unknown cause
But no worries
Because this too is spontaneous
And as it has arisen
So it shall pass through,
Meanwhile,
Patience is overdue
For another spin
To settle in,
Watching the breath
And its assorted companions
As they flit about
Playfully,
Like fireflies
On a hot night
Reveling in
Their brief existence,
While I
(Whoever that may be)
Observes with fascination
The unfolding game,
Never the same
But still a consistent pattern,
Light and dark,
Life and death,
Up and down,
Outward and inward bound,
Running and stopping in place,
Always eager for the chase
And the quiet space in between.
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