What does one do, when they cant sleep?
When there are no sheep for counting?
Accomplished a lot, today, in fact
quite a substantial portion of the mountain.
Debris isn't cleared completely
The drawers do not shut so neatly,
and the things are all calling your name?
Saying "Take me back home."
"I got dropped here alone."
"I liked being in my own space."
If the remote wasn't missing
There wouldn't be any listening
To the mess speaking out in the night
The sheep on TV can drown out
The perpetual sounding pout
except when they simply are not there.
The universe seems to have other plans.
Things for which it still needs my hands
I keep going, just a little bit more
and the clatter of the clutter silences.
Quiet enough to hear a mouse,
the sound of peace and order,
flows thru out the house.