Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Behind Closed Eyes

crick in my neck
sleeping under the weight
of all my thoughts
never quite settling in
always jostling each other
rambunctious or just twitchy
they tap in my ears
and tickle my nose
like children kept silent
barely contained energy
on the verge of explosion
making my dreams dance
fleetly traversing the terrain
around the world and back
behind closed eyes
so that I wake with sore soles
and a crick in my neck