Funny thing happens to me many mornings these last many years, capturing here and now again for posterity, maybe future learning too,

Many mornings I wake up in the darkness, predawn, wake up but not get up, oh no, in the dark and cozy of my bed under covers, mostly my eyes remain closed, and I wade through, through what?

As I lie there in the cozy I feel my head filling up with thoughts of all kinds and this is the moment, sometimes I can stop the thoughts, I can close the valve and it works, sometimes even drift off to sleep again, on the weekends that’s the best,

Otherwise if it’s a work day, especially with on the work days, the thoughts valve doesn’t close, and all those thoughts of doing’s needing doing fills up my head, the room even with these doings thoughts,

And after the doubt and confusion uncertainty and cold dread washing over me, I start wading through,

Wading through again.