Worrying ~ Fretting ~ Thinking ~ Wishing

Sometimes the night can be a safe and comforting refuge – sometimes it can be a lonely place to be. This poem reflects the latter but the picture – Florence at night – shows the night as a place of beauty.

It’s a long night when you can’t sleep
The minutes creep by so slowly
There must be other souls out there awake.
Worrying,
Fretting,
Thinking......
Wishing
that sleep would come.
Imagining
the rest of the world deep asleep.

Wondering
how to still the chattering mind.
Hearing
The dry drone of a distant aeroplane
Trying
To make up a story about the people up there seemingly in the stars
Hoping
that it will destract and lead to rest.
Remembering
other nights like this
Knowing
that this night will pass.
Understanding
That this worrying is human nature
Testing
The spirit’s fortitude
Then
Feeling
A sudden calm
Recalling that
‘this too will pass.’