I could 
I might 
I don’t 
have to 
limbo this
thistly place 
of indecision 
to sleep 
to wake 
to on
and on
or pause 
and wait 
to pass 

Lazy I am 
not even allure
of coffee arouses
preferring to doze
to wade back 
into the shallows 
of sleep’s shadow
prompt me not 
you warm elixir 
for me alone 
can conjure you 

Laying here 
gazing here 
not knowing 
whether sun
or cloud 
content with 
cool quiet 
the pause 
before roar
stay still
my love 
stay asleep 
let day
come later 

Funny thing time 
it captures people 
and holds them 
not against will
if will were
what they say
then even those 
belonging to past
would be able 
to eventually find 
themselves in present 
but most if
not all remain 
prisoners of some 
thing that happened 
and never happens 
never mind again 

Spying upon something 
be it rock
trinket or person 
its value seldom 
shows at surface 
and only a
curiously kind eye 
can ever see
beneath and wonder 
if this thing 
this very thing 
is a treasure 
or if it
which is often 
just a veneer
worthless except to
those who relish 
in cheap varnish