dusk comes and takes day by the hand
gradually easing her into slumber
so night can come and stand watch
peering into her dim light
strained eyes seek to see
but she shoos them away
as she sweeps the dust
of all the dones and left undones
out the door for another day
and meticulously locks up tight
she whispers as her face disappears
behind the knotted wooden door
“go, rest, there’s nothing further
for you to do this day
tomorrow we begin again”
and she turns the key in the rusty lock
putting day to bed
and letting go all of that cannot be seen
in the dark of night
I Might Need A Nap 