The Nesting Ground

As I recline into the nesting ground of my thoughts

My eyes evade retiring for the night.

It wonders and longs to be seduced by the blue lights under the covers as my ears perk at the passing sirens still parading while the city sleeps.

If I could cradle and swing my scattered mind to sleep,

perhaps I would hear and feel less of the weight of the day.

Allow my body to sink into the abyss of a never ending faux reality just, 

to awaken to the ringing that signals that it’s too late in the

morning to break fast and too early to recline into nesting ground once more.

How’s your February going?


Published by Surafi KB

Jesus, Jazz & Coffee

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