It's hard to retire in the night,
the peacocks sing a glorious lullaby
beneath my windows.
In the renowned heat,
I'm frozen to my bones, my joins start aching
while the world outside says sweat it out.
I've rearranged my pillow hundred times
counting all the sheep in this land.
I've run out of podcasts
I am out of my wits.
Shu's arriving tomorrow, well today actually,
the boys are coming at nine
i have to read with them for an hour.
Books upon books
sitting aimlessly in the shelves
waiting to be touched
explored!
I've come to you for help,
i know you are there.
I know you see me
fighting
to see you at this moment
just a soft hush from you is enough
then i'll be in a dreamland.