My Child Who Does Not Sleep

I wake at the crack of dawn
to nurture the one child
who does not sleep.

This child’s passions
ebbs and flows, into eternity
as it shapes the galaxy of
my mind.

On most days, when I’m
late for a pickup, this child
nags at my psyche relentlessly.

It’s not enough to feed him,
play with him, and put him
to bed.

The child demands
the sum total of my creativity,
my obsessions, and my most
prized energy.

Thankfully, once the child
passes a milestone, he leaps into
my arms in sweet
wonder.

I’m exhausted and collapse
under piles of ideas,
paragraphs, revisions,
and finished drafts.

Today’s another day
of shuffling between
procrastination and
productivity that only
my son knows all
too well.

He will demand all
of me to hand in all
late drafts.

Another cup of coffee
and some meditation
music please!