Last night I forgot my goodnight prayer,
just peeled out of my shift clothes
and fell into sleep.
I wasn’t struck by wild nightmares,
just the drone of tomorrow buzzed
all night long.
Sometimes I wake up having
dreamt all through what I’ve got to get done.
And when I rise,
I have to do it again.
The bicycles outside of my window
are still wet with rian.
The ivy leaves are flush with pleasure.
I’ll say a good morning prayer today
and see if it makes working