Sleepy

My heart spills out to a milky hum

A broad puddle convulsing sloppily under a heavy husk

Just enough to shuffle the balance and bobble the head

I’m trying to remain still but failing

Like dry, fighting eye under heavy eyelid

A yawn swallowed and pressed

Billowing

Branches lavished in shingles of green on a breezy foothill

Quiet and clean

Today’s woes are still being written

But rest is soon to come