There
are those moments before sleep comes.
At
times those moments become hours until
dream
time arrives. It’s so subtle, the passing
between
awake and asleep. I think about cap-
turning
the instance, the very second between
light
and dark, that hairline crossover between
consciousness
and the somnolent peace of
slumber.
Bottle that feeling and I’d be an in-
stant
billionaire. Anyway, be that as it may,
I
pass the time thinking. Some believers would
call
it prayer. For me, I want to honor the less
fortunate
and deceased. Bless the memory of
mother,
father and brother; bless the victims
of
hurricanes and wild fires; bless the refugees
and
immigrants and their families, the sick who
have
come to this country for medical attention;
bless
all who are in despair and need. Bless us
all,
give us strength and healing, I pray. A quick
glance
at the illuminated clock on the nightstand—
11:33
PM. I shift positions, pull the covers up
and
settle in...I do faintly remember talking with
someone
familiar, a name I can’t recall, but surely
must
have known. I open my eyes and the light says
5:00M.
I rise, put on my pants, slip on my house
shoes,
pee, and take the dogs out, wondering if any
of
my prayers have been answered. Tonight, before
crossing
that magical and nebulous line in my mind,
just
for good measure, and peace of mind, I’ll try again.
-30-
Chris
Hanch 2-29-2020
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