The cat walks under my bare feet

That dangle from the recliner

And the soft fur brushes past

On the way to somewhere

I shun the loud volume of the

Television and my ears seek silence

My soul yearns for wide open peace

My attention shifts around the room

Settling on nothing

And drifting to nowhere

I’ve used myself up today

And there is nothing left

I crave sleep and dreaming

By Diane E. Dockum

©April 17, 2017