Drifting Away
Maybe they're out there;
I just don't know.
Maybe somewhere in app world,
In the podcast universe,
In the far too many places to look,
Connecticut's bird calls have been recorded,
The sounds of Nutmeg State nature,
Mixed with relaxing new-age music,
To put this insomniac to sleep.
Maybe I'm just not meant to rest
A few restorative hours in the dark of night.
Maybe my time is another time,
Like on a sunny afternoon on the deck,
When instead of heeding work's call,
Surrounded by a lush garden,
Where a chorus of the blue jay,
Cardinal, titmouse, and yellow finch
Emanates from branches high and low,
I finally drift away.
Photo: Boris Smokrovic on Unsplash
