I count it as a certainty that in paradise, everyone naps.
~Tom Hodgkinson from How to Be Idle: A Loafer’s Manifesto
A slight breeze stirs tree branches
so shadow patterns play on the curtains
like candlelight in a drafty room.
The harvest is over, corn
stubble and weeds in the field. The sky is
soft blue, a few clouds in the distance.
I will close my eyes, nap for
a while. Perhaps when I wake all will seem
the same. Sleep plays tricks in many ways.
~Matthew Spereng – “Late August, Lying Down to Nap at Noon”
Like a graceful vase, a cat, even when motionless, seems to flow.
~George F. Will
I believe the world would be a better place
if we could stop in the middle of the day~
just rest our eyes for awhile –
stare at the sparkling inside of our eyelids for a few minutes,
pause, pray, purr…
perchance to dream. Aye, there’s the rub.
We might see things differently when our eyes reopen.