Shari's Telling Stories

An idea came.
It stepped on my head
as I lay in bed
chanting my mantra
with the last of my strength
to call peaceful sleep
to be with me.

It was a good one
I could tell
and I would have preferred
to wake and capture it.
But that was only
a fleeting thought.

Since, so successful was
my final call out to rest
that I had not enough steam
to stave off
say nothing of pushing up
the eyes slamming shut
conscious thought
relieved of duty,
dexterity, fine motor skills
released for the night.

My final thought:
I hope it’s good enough
to return in the morning.

©2009 by Shari Lynne Smothers