Sleep still lurks in the contours of my body
Strong in the outlying provinces
Heavy behind my knees, in the small of my back
Only the capital has risen up and is awake
Rebellious thoughts racing restlessly
Round and round repetitive avenues
Profitless but not to be suppressed.
Sleep! Rise up! Come creeping back
Like a silent counter insurgency
Armed with warm blankets, soothing lullabies,
Drawn on by dreams.
The rebels will embrace you gratefully
Throwing down their arms
To sink back safely into yours.
(2.17am, Monday 11th July 2022)
