Angels of Sleep

by Glenn Currier

I am grateful for these hours of sleep
but four or five are just not enough
so here I am awake
having left in bed
the sweet muddled foggy chamber
where some mysterious mystical mighty force
knits together the disparate broken seams
through which my saneness fell
the previous day.

I believe in being awake
to the richness hiding in every day.
I know how easy it is to miss
in the banging clattering hiss
the inexpressible gift
of now.

But I also know
what a full night’s sleep can do
to chase away the blues
and recapture the few joys
and surprises nestled
and stashed
in the mystic cache
of each day.

So I beg whatever angels
guard that muddled foggy chamber
to again admit me
grant me gladness
and the saving gift
of a full night’s sleep.


Author's Note: Written at 4:30am 6-26-18

Posted on 06/26/2018
Copyright © 2020 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/26/18 at 10:29 PM

Enchanting poem...something we all long for. One of the things I like the most about being retired is I can sleep pretty well whenever I want to. Love the title and the tone/expression/message of what follows to flesh it out. Kudos sir!

Posted by Laura Doom on 06/26/18 at 10:37 PM

Reading poetry about sleeplessness keeps me awake at night, so thanks for sharing that Glenn and good luck with the sheepish angel evocation (always worth a gambol).

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