Poem: Overture (be)for(e) Sleep

The 1812 Overture begins its slow rise & my eyes are dropping, lilting, feeling ready to pop off; drop off  (in)to sleep.

Keep this as a memory, the vital few moments before the daily rest

so often the best part of the day – which is why you fight it (it is worth fighting for):

- reflect on what did and didn’t happen - plan what you will and will not do - …