Afternoon nap

I wake up

to the lazy intersection

of dream and evening noises,

of sleep-infused limbs,

and the slow wheel of reflected headlights,

window-shaped, across the ceiling.

It’s hard to rise

from the compelling coziness

in the place where the threads to the day

have dissolved,

hard to drag myself away

from the sweet tangle

that pulls me languidly

into its spell.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 5, 2013