Trust My Sleep

suddenly I feel so low
the lights are too bright
even the thought of a tasty meal isn’t appealing

I need to “raise a spark” I tell Jon.

I go inside to see if I can find out why
down
through
my throat
past my heart
into the bowl of
my belly

I swim in the darkness
and come up empty

I asked the question

so I’ll boil a cup of sweet milky tea
and trust my sleep

to sort it out