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.
And at most times in our lives we have those uninvited guests to startle our slumber, even early on when parents called 'wake up, get ready for school'. But now, the thoughts come blundering in as your poem says. Love that 'whole pig-pen'!
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