unwanted thoughts

                             Unwanted thoughts at night
“We are sailing along on moonlit bay.”
There is a song about it, but I prefer to look
at a painting of the inlet without people
sitting in a boat singing disturbing the beauty.
Last night when going to bed a twelve
I tried to think of nothing but a myriad of thoughts
got in the way, strange notions of how it must
feel to be a clog maker in a valley where everyone wore sandals
and the people steadfastly refused to wear anything else.
How to convince those clogs are better, I wear clogs indoors
but they are Chinese made and made of plastic and when
it is hot they smell I have to put them on the terrace at night.
Clear your mind and try to sleep.
I was thinking of Fado music that pulls at your heartstring and
makes me cry, sad music of longings without names.
Clear your mind and try to sleep!
Then it was morning the reached my duvet and never mind
the moon I  need a coffee,