…settled never
this restive mover
whose fear of missing
a life milestone
in the rear view mirror
did require perpetual
wakeful hours
napping only
as a happy consequence
when his
circadian rhythm
threatened complete
disassembly
athwart the ballroom
floor
…since boyhood
employing
the most notorious
cover dodge
dashing for bed
long enough
to slip beneath
mother’s slumber
and initiate
a swift return
to some previously
scheduled
“Legend of Zelda”
victory
already in progress
…thus in manhood
still unable to
plant roots
dependably
astride any
organized mattress
save for sake
of severe illness
or the restorative
warmth
of a spooning
companion
will ever
there arise
an evening
abounding
in more rest
than weary?
only the shut eye knows
for sure.
