Crickets chirped in the moon-kissed night
The ticking minutes wore down my spirits
The bed creaked,
the sheets swished
Oh, where was sleep?
Cars rolled down the city street;
the freight train honked. Weren’t they beat
from plying through daytime’s heat?
And here I tossed
and here I turned
envious of the snoring in the room
the seconds tocked
the hours bonged
still, the crickets hummed their monotone.
But sleep, oh sleep,
where had it gone
Somewhere between the tossing and turning
engines’ hum and crickets’ song
my burdensome thoughts and a precious yawn,
and dreams began
ending only when the senses picked
the sizzle of a bacon-infused sun.
Finally! A post before the month ended. I missed blogging and it was frustrating not to be able to write a post.
Written for DVERSE’s Meeting the Bar with Onomatopeia.