Sleep, A Respite From Worry

I am in the doorway watching myself sleep in my messy bed

The windows are open and a pleasant early summer breeze filters in through the screens

There is a faint light in the darkness coming from the half moon

In this light that has travelled so very far to show me, I notice that the muscles in my face are finally relaxed

It’s a wonderful feeling to gaze upon myself sleeping soundly, not worrying 

Look! My chest is moving just like the oceans furthest from land 

Isn’t it something to watch a person you love, sleep?

Aside from the occasional            
twilight zone-esque dream,       worrying does not come 

It is preoccupied with planning for the moment I open my tired eyes