“IT’ S  YOUR  BED,   NOW   LAY  IN  IT !”

.          .          .Ever hear that not-so-sympathetic

cliche sighed at you.       .       .

Sounds more like an evil curse,

doesn’t it?

.          .          .You’ve brought on all of your troubles

Now you will have to suffer the

not-so-pleasant-consequences

with an ample helping of

b          i          t          t          e           r

G  O  O  D          F  O  R          Y  O  U

on the other side.     .     .

I rolled out of bed
on a defeated Thursday morning that felt
like a rainy Monday
with this thought as
a-not-to-spare-one-second-filled-schedule
starred
weighed
me down:

MAKING      MY      BED

The Covers are scratchy
The Sheets are rumpled
The pillow too frumpy soft
The Comforter,
IS  NOT
.          .          .but it’s MY  Bed
and when I lie myself down
not always to
so-effortlessly-sleep
I  RE-member
I     R E S T
in a thought
IT     IS     MY     BED
and I can  RE-make  it
any time’s
any way’s
any place’s
any how’s
I  wants
w     i     t     h     o     u     t
permission
green lights
go-aheads
obstacles
detours
judgements
unless’s
accept’s
until’s
and’s
or’s
but’s
if’s
when’s
and  t h a t
G          I          V          E          S
what no pharmaceuticals
promises
.       .       .nighty
N          I          G          H          T

One of the greatest

unnoticed

G          I          F          T          S

is not just to

C                 H                 O                 O                 S                 E

but  to

C                 H                 O                 O                 S                 E

again and again and again and again
a n d.       .       .

s     u     d     d     e     n     l     y

that

you-made-your-bed-now-lie-in-it

f       e       e       l       i       n       g

doesn’t have such an

un-made feeling

a     n     y     m     o     r     e

W  A  K  E       W  E  L  L

.     .     .live  better
to WAKE WELL
a  g  a  i  n