Dreaminess: Seeking Relief

Take me home!
I’ve had enough!
Too tired to steer,
Too sleepy to see clearly;

Yet, no time for rest,
So much yet to do,
Before I can
Really relax,

Dreaming of relief,
While steaming ahead,
Stumbling a little
And longing for bed;

Planning a holiday
In my mind,
Not knowing when
Or how to unwind,

Too exhausted to decide,
Too weary to say,
It must be time
To remember how to play;

It starts easily enough,
Form the toes it wiggles,
Turns into a dance,
A silly jiggle,

Cavorting to the kitchen,
Giggly and fizzy,
Feeling lazy and dizzy
But nonetheless getting busy;

Cooking and cleaning furiously,
Working up to a tizzy,
Even though I’m reeling
From fatigue and confusion
And I’d rather be dozing.

Dreamer: Caught on Irritability

“Have some writing to do,”
That’s what I said
To one of those people,
You know the ones,
Don’t you?

Who chatter ceaselessly
And it’s all about them,
Nothing substantial,
Perhaps only blowing wind,

What does he want?
I confess,
I was too tired to request,
Too busy to pursue,

If he’d give me a hand,
Perhaps we’d have time for two
But even then,
Idle blab gets old,

Like the incessant chirping
Of a sparrow,
Even that gets on my nerves,
In this frame of mind,

In which case,
Maybe that’s it,
Just overtiredness
And need some pick-me-up.

Whatever is required,
Sure hope it’s located soon,
It’s well past afternoon
And not ending;

Have to pull out the patience
And rummage through the mind,
For some sense of humour
To lighten the gloom.

Dream: Reveling in the Seeing

Nothing original
But everything new,
From a certain point of view,
And yet nothing can be gained,

It’s always the same,
Until we forget
And examining simplicity
Are filled with glee,

The swirl of tea
In the mug,
The pattern of the sunlight
On the carpet;

These marvels
Appear and disappear,
Leaving no trace,
No aftertaste;

Looking at the shadow
Made by the pen in hand
And the hand,
Gliding across the paper,

Where this really comes from,
No science can explain
This subjective dream
As it too is part of the scheme,

The endless game
Of here and not here,
Gone in a heartbeat
And back in a flash,

Never imagining
I’d see it this way
And yet
Somehow,
Always knowing it.