I read some advice on how
to write in verse and then
I lay down to sleep but 
no sleep will come.

The low table away from the bed
Which holds so many words
calls me for further attention.
More more more my son!

I sit again, thinking on how
everything floats just right sometimes
at night
   
morning will arrive soon
like a soft animal with bared 
teeth, ready to wrestle and pin down 

I watch the air above the low table
in a daze
and the gathering dust
attach like tendrils
around 
my legs
And later I forget
to go for my morning walk