long day's work spreading itself oddly
into my dreams,
working with tools, solving problems,
being caught aloft in a gust of wind
There may again be waking moments
when the waning gibbous moon
peers piercingly
through our little window,
or the cold and hot of things
requires adjustment
But there is a rich blanket of peace
that billows like a magic carpet -
it will carry me through those moments
right on till the early dawn.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 29, 2021
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