The mind wanders, stretching
out the likelihood of change.
There is no hint of morning.
I am awake, but not fully, not
enough to comprehend all that
I have to do: to accomplish.
Night allows the freedom of
not having to put pen to paper.
It will happen come daylight,
when more clearly will I see
available space. Then I am able
to create, or recreate what was
leftover from yesterday. Until
then, they are simply thoughts.

11/05/2020                                                  j.g.l.