Sleeping in the Day

It is hide and seek for adults.

Blue light- sunlight shuttered, save for bordered slivers.

Cool sheets.

Head laid softly to rest after a sleepless night. Outside,

Gates creaking: foot-falling, letter-slotted sounds.

Thrum of engines,

Whisps of songs from car radios


Snatches of converstion.

Dust motes dancing in the light shafts of the window.

Silence, in the dusky moments before sleep.


Pajamas tangled. Folded. Washed up on tides of sleep:

Not yet needed.

The night shift is hours away. So many minutes…

Yet here I am. Breathing.

With shadows dancing behind my eyelids

Forming dreams.


© Tom Tide 2016



One Comment Add yours

  1. So pleased you are back. It’s not been the same without you. x

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