Let Rise Overnight
at midnight, mind boiling
I stash confusion in a dream —
Let the entire peck of dirt mix till morning.
Resume normal intention.
Bake at 350 for 30 minutes, or
until a knife inserted in the center comes out clean.
Author of The Joy of Poetry from TS Poetry Press. Contributing writer to the WACOAN magazine and the Fredericksburg Standard-Radio Post. Editor at Tweetspeak Poetry.
I often think the most important work
goes on at night
when I cease.
That’s when
the sorting, organizing and repacking
take place.
That’s it exactly.
You’ve described the last 4 years for me. I go to bed with my head in a swirl, a big mess, and I look forward to waking up and seeing what the salient thought is. It’s a clue to what I’m really thinking.