Another Restless Sunday Night

Sunday night and the sun has set.

Dinner devoured

and kitchen scrubbed clean,

Now it is time to wind down.

A yawn

two eye blinks

the day’s tasks wear on me.

A longing to sleep and wake well rested

yet my mind will not wind down

Thoughts run laps ’round my brain

Asking questions

What if?

Why not?

Should you have?

Where is the off switch?

The dimmer to dim these thoughts?


  1. Timothy Baldwin

    March 16, 2015 at 3:40 pm

    As a seventh grade teacher, I can relate to this poem. Sunday evening, but I just can’t rest.

  2. I have been there before! Follow your breath and slowly the world unwinds and is still.

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