So Tired But Not Upset Poem by RIC BASTASA

some friendly metaphors
fly like tiny butterflies all yellowish
hover over my hair

i am tired and they make a show
of acrobatic letters and flowing words
like a cool stream
beside a hill

i am not upset because all i need is sleep.
and they understand
that sometimes

i may not write about them and their
unusual existences
like an aberration of light
a rarefaction
of lengths and a contortion of shapes

and they leave
but i whisper to one of those whose wings are too small
for its fragile body

perhaps, soon.
soon.