How to sleep?

How to leave behind

the cluttered mind?

Bric a brac thoughts,

car boot memories.

Table sale of dreams and wishes,

whirl of used words

Autumn fayre of worries,

Attic sale of places,

Jumble sale of faces.

 

Jumble sale?

Perhaps not.

Who would buy in this flea market?

 

How, then, to sleep

when the mind is a Saturday morning church hall

blur of dusty heaps and hopes?

How to rest?

How to think the best?

How to find the bright and new

amid the fuss and mess.

To find the magical

amid the practical?

Rummaging among yesterday's junk

for tomorrow's vision.

 

And meanwhile

how, please how,

to sleep?

 

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I have a lot of good nights too