Turning the Pillow - Dec. 22, 2025

2 a.m., restless and grounded

I flip my pillow

a cool runway opens

I lay back  start to taxi,

hoping for a silky takeoff

into the dark beyond

maybe it’s just me, cursed with

awakened hours in the night

and dozy ones during the day

but if you relate then you

know, as you rumble down

the runway, you pray you get

airborne into those dreamy skies

and later when you awaken

with a gentle bump of brightness,

much gratitude that the dark world

has been crossed and conquered

while there again on schedule,

it looms, sixteen hours away