Sleep eddies in this weather, 

a difficult fish to catch.
A shoal of silver dreams swim past 
but don't catch on anxious hooks.


There's a blood red grin of numbers 
on the alarm clock: 
a shark feeding on time and sleep.


A fishing rod stirs the ocean, 
gumboot colored eyes and tension 
- waiting for a tug at the line.


Juliet A Paine 'fishing for sleep' & 'journal poem (sad)'