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.