The Present

These herbal sleeping pills Just make me feel stoned or drunk on green ginger wine Happy but no closer to unconsciousness than the many nights before this one Spent mustering my thoughts and losing sheep Today worked its little miracles around me just to prove my overseer-cynic Wrong, wrong, wrong I was positively chased down the street by good things trying to make their magic mark Pity my mind gets stuck back at the seabed weighted to the bottom in a leaden aqualung dying to break the surface and breathe the fresh air of the Present Caitlin Smith