Thursday, February 23

Bedtime

I'm dancing on the edge of emotions
Up a little, down a little
Back to the start
Running from the end
Over, around and through

In the very next room
Lies a boy of 13
Feet sprawled, blankets wild
Nose buried in a book

Across the hall
A girl of seven fights sleep
Tosses and turns and
Creates excuses to leave her bed

On the couch is their dad
So tired
Already snoring
Lost to dreams

I'm tired, too
Tired of dancing
walking and spinning
It must be the wind
Over, around and through.