Poetry Porch: Poetry


Triolet a.m.
by Nancy Bailey Miller

Melatonin, grant me one night’s sleep

without my prowling cat or sonic snoring

spouse. If I count sheep tonight—and deep

uninterrupted dreams prevail—I’ll weep

with sorbet tears tomorrow as I leap

to yoga stretches, green tea, soy—adoring

Melatonin, who has rendered sleep

to me so deep, I hear no cat, no snoring.

Copyright © 2011 by Nancy Bailey Miller.