I thought it was a lucky bag
turns out it was a
sleeping bag
which I suppose was lucky
because I was
tired.

No owls yet
maybe they forgot about me,
how wise they can be.

Morning is still asleep
I am not
and that’s
one nil to me
or it would be
if
I could find a referee

Disentangling
the dream from reality
coffee percolating
which pleases me
I
shall wait and see what
the day has in store
which pleases me more,

silence
for now
is the best pain relief.