April Anthology 2016: sleepy morning

I’m just so tired.

A head full of bleary morning light,

Yellow lanterns not yet dark,

Clouds rolling in a stubble field,

Or foggy morning spectacles.

I need to hold fast the last strands

Of a new-old idea

From a dream of a memory,

But still fight awake

Far enough to function in a

Tick-tock, scribble-scrabble,

Workaday world.