[Metaphor pending] (a poem)

When the cat interrupts my dream just as it is getting to the good part…

I sleep in shifts
dreams fragment
and fall away

Rest eludes itself
makes up excuses
and quietly slips out

When half the day is gone
the clocks reset
the drama played out within subsides

replaced by expectations
implied, but never guessed
heavy nonetheless

In a rebuilding year
there’s no depth on the bench
goodwill keeps the lights on

The screen flickers
the program crashes
time to call it a day

Maybe tomorrow will be different

(9 January 2017)