Tonight The Sandman Is On Strike Poem by Juan Olivarez

Tonight the sandman is on strike,
On some quiet beach somewhere.
Or on a mountain trail, on a good long hike,
He has forgotten all his cares.

Those magic grains that he bestows,
To quietly bring on my dreams.
Just can't be found and heaven knows,
What's become of all his schemes.

So I toss and turn, and toss some more,
And of sleep I'm still deprived.
Perhaps I should unlock my door,
To see if the sandman will arrive.

9/26/11 Alton Texas