When, in the night, the sweaty head on pillow
drips with strain and tosses with distress,
the purring cat, disturbed from rest, arises,
abandons post, jumps down, as worries billow,
break, and roll, and the rider must assess
the wave—to dive, or stand and ride?
The moon moves and blinds, compromises
dreamer’s plans to sleep and redeem the tide.
This post is for NaPoWriMo. The A to Z blog challenge takes Sundays off. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is one I ignored (for now); this is a make-up prompt, which was to write a poem in the san san form.