Snooze Poem by Robin Strand

A day is stalled yet again;
I snooze to stay with soft serenity,
but I can't avoid the approaching agony.

I get up, and I take care;
past mid-day, into the evening;
my mind comes back to me,
what I haven't done,
and what needs to be done
is all here.

The night catches me,
and the tension is there.
I need to perform -
I need to stay clear.

I struggle in space,
I hope I have enough energy to stay ablaze;
for a brief moment I have the answer,
then, there, away-
all is lost until the end of another day.