my island October 2, 2019 a poet's playground, evocative muse, meditation relaxation my sanctuary my solitude no distractions no conversations no wake no sleep merely my heart my breath my soul’s content
streaming upon wake my head feels heavier than most days lifting off the pillow a strain sending an uncomfortable feeling down the spine rolling over no relief falling back to a dream-state the answer limbs won’t move eyes won’t focus head is leaning