NAPPING

All those efforts to stay grounded
Leave me tight and feeling bounded

Deck is stacked so much against
Me having the time to dispense

Can’t really even do it without
Taking both my lenses out

And then there’s the anxiety
That force that always gifts to me

Entire sleep routine at night
Still... sometimes I enjoy this rite:

A nap in early afternoon
For an hour, maybe two

Fall out of everything and fly
Light as air into the sky