I'm aging rapidly and one of problems with aging is having to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. Sometimes I can almost make it through the night, but there are those times when I'm up at 5:30 or 6:00 and getting back to sleep for the final hour just isn't happening! So, I can really relate to this poem by Dick Davis:
As soon as you wake they come blundering inHey, Jim Hill! is the host for this week's Poetry Friday Round-Up. (Hey, Jim Hill!--don't you just love that name?)
Like puppies or importunate children;
What was a landscape emerging from mist
Becomes at once a disordered garden.
And the mess they trail with them! Embarrassments,
Anger, lust, fear--in fact the whole pig-pen;
And who'll clean it up? No hope for sleep now--
Just heave yourself out, make the tea, and give in.
Photo by tony newell.