The droning sound of the fan
does little to hum a lullabye
when thoughts drowning in caffeine,
flee far –
away from the call
of sweet slumber.
“We are all restless souls, who isn’t?” says another.
But to learn to tame discontent
is a skill
that should be mastered
by one whose thoughts have the audacity
even what fate brings.
It is almost light
but the heaviness of wakefulness
is setting in
and the hardwood floor is no longer cold
from hours of sitting.
Who would have thought
that restlessness would find a way
of keeping still?