April is poetry month, or so I'm told. I was thinking about that the other night when I was trying to sleep. Because sleep was slow in coming, my mind began crafting a poem of sorts. It went like this

In and out, in and out
Shallow, shallow, deep
Those are the breath sounds I hear
As I try to fall asleep

Sometimes those sounds are calming
Tonight they are incredibly galling
For all I want tonight, dear
Is to fall asleep
Without hearing you breathe in my ear!

And that is my contribution to Poetry Month. I think I better stick to my day job since trying to compose poetry in the stillness of the night leads to questionable results.