Sunday, July 05, 2026

To sleep*

There’s an awful lot to write about
And not much time - each name is 
Called out - arms outstretched - 
Shackled - the last moment of life 
Before - once again - released - each 
Silently makes a promise - this time 

After this - but before that - it echoes 
This silent - rebuke - prayer - for others 
How it all came to pass - each a story 
Mine could join theirs - yes there is 

Much to write about and time well time 
Has a habit of not caring - 

* “ To sleep; perchance to dream: ay there’s the rub: for in that sleep of death what dreams may come?” William Shakespeare’s Hamlet (Act 3, Scene 1)