After lunch I napped, and awoke
confused where the day’s gone.
It can’t be morning I realize,
the light’s too bright for dawn.
I have missplaced a day for sure.
Someone my age shouldn’t do.
Appointments: teeth taxes truck,
Things I must attend to.
The mind believes it’s tomorrow
the body rests in today,
a snake that startles, then bingo,
you get it, you’ll be OK.
Go ahead, tell me it’s Tuesday.
It’s Wednesday I know.
Look how pink and reborn I am,
Must naps confuse one so?
This article appears in Homeward Bound.