Last night sleep didn't come easy
restful, whole but

came in fits and starts,
races half-started and never finished,
deciding what to do with two closing eyelids,
arguing over my heated sheets
no cool spot in sight
save the crevice between the mattress

and the wall.
I woke up to see a spider and its web
swaying in a gray breeze outside.
A sunrise overcast and diffused by hanging ornamental clouds.

What does this look like, we wonder,
through the window of someone else

someone who doesn't hear the horn of the boats
in the channel below
begging the low blue bridge to raise its arms?