You there
Fellow traveler
In the dark
(I'm yelling telepathically)
that restless thing you're doing
Seems to provide no relief
One of us needs to meditate
Or move to the couch
I'm no expert on the Richter scale
But these are tremors
Of wake up magnitude
Now bathing in the light
of the refrigerator
I gargle a tsunami
Of orange juice
While surfing internal
Alliteration
Hello mind
Creaky cranky
old friend
Grab your board
Let's ride the waves
This full
blissful
meditation
...
© David L. White
October 13, 2013
2:31 am
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