By Ronald Moran
It happened last night, the first time
fifty years: I lay in bed for seven hours
without feeling the need to yawn or
comforting sensation of trying to sleep
right side, my standard sleeping aid.
I had to wait for my sleep mechanism
to wake up,
to send me into the arms of Morpheus.
Nothing I could even remotely identify
bothered me at all, my body so calm
my heart might start taking a long and
break from pumping, but, once again,
So, I just lay there, thinking to myself,
I know there are techniques the sleepless
but I wonder, Why do they then say they
I fell into a dreamless sleep, a rarity
and woke as the Catholic bells chimed
Ronald Moran lives in Simpsonville, South Carolina. His poems have been published in Asheville Poetry Review, Commonweal, Connecticut Poetry Review, Evening Street Review, Louisiana Review, Maryland Poetry Review, Negative Capability, North American Review, Northwest Review, South Carolina Review, Southern Review, Tar River Poetry, The Wallace Stevens Journal, and in thirteen books/chapbooks of poetry. Clemson University Press published his Eye of the World in the spring of 2016. He was inducted into Clemson University’s AAH Hall of Fame this spring.