I don't know of anything more refreshing than a good night's sleep. I wrote the poem, "Purple Sea", when I was off on some work related errand and was missing Bebe and my bed. Since retirement we are rarely apart except for the occasional night when the grandkids stay over or I've had some malady that requires me to sit up in order to sleep. Both, occured on the same night last night and I thought of this poem as I made the morning coffee. I hope you are enjoying a peaceful weekend. I am going back for more coffee real soon.FINDING PURPLE SEA
On the road I do not sleep,
but rather nap in fitful blocks of time.
I stare through darkness at some plastic box
with glowing luminescence red, or green.
11:47, 1:29, 2:33, 3:08.
Times I would not see if you were here,
or I was home.
I miss my nightly kiss.
Your whispered, “I love you.”
My signal day is done and all is well.
I’m free to sail upon night’s purple sea.
Outward turn my inward mind,
shed reality.
Wake refreshed at break of day.
But on the road,
night goes on and on.
Till groggily I rise,
stumble into day,
yawn, and rub my puffy eyes.
Find the nearest vendor of a caffeinated brew.
Stimulate my fog filled mind,
to imitate the energy
that seems to come so naturally
when I wake next to you.
Dennis Price
