An afternoon nap
is the stuff of poetry
and yet, in this moment
I fidget a bit
Oh I do not flail
or flounder
I just wonder
It’s a good thing
and despite the slight
misnomer above
I feel the need to continue
as such
Those of you who read and write
easily more adroit than I
will catch my meaning
perhaps
But do not fret
I’m just having fun
finding my idea
only now
My sweetheart is way ahead of you BTW
——
Blessed…
m(___)m
