Nap Interrupted - June 22, 2025
- Gary Hunter
- Jun 22
- 1 min read
she can’t sleep and
wakes me as she
steps on my leg to
reach the bed’s edge
with a gentle lift, she
touches down on the carpet
almost seventeen now,
half blind, half deaf and
like a nursing home
resident, easily disoriented
I hear her lick water,
three tongues’ worth for
each breath, and open the
back door as she meanders
through shadows to pee
under the tipuana tree
back inside, I boost her
onto the sofa, in seconds
she’s asleep
loud lifelong snorer, it’s just
a hesitant whisper now,
a wind at the end of its run
and someday, on her final
exhale, I hope only the ear
of night hears it pass
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