morning dove

soon i will hear it -- the coos of a morning dove disguised in sunrisen traffic. i'm sitting here, it's 3 a.m., frozen in my flannel pajamas too tired to sleep. it's a horrible cunundrem (spelling?). my baby keeps whispering it's okay, snuggle close, breathe deep, clear your thoughts, let me wipe away your fitful paranoia. and i lie perfectly still and try to obey him but soon all i hear is his gentle sleepfilled breathing and i can't. four hours of just lying there drives one into straight jackets so i bundled into my new fur blanket and stumbled to the ever-faithful computer screen. its wakeful eye is lighting up my fatigued face and i'm trying to edit articles coherently. perhaps it was the English Toffee tea to which i'm addicted. perhaps God is trying to tell me something. perhaps i got too much sleep last night. whatever the case, i'm here, doing this, praying somehow my head will drop on the desk and my dreams will take over.