When you’re jet-lagged, sleep won’t come …
Weird thoughts through your brain may run
The stress of travelling far away
May make you replay your tired day.
It’s cold but out of bed you creep
Banishing all thoughts of sleep
A cup of tea may hit the spot;
A list of jobs-to-do will not …
Things seem different at night
You tread with care, turn on the light
And tiptoe down the spiral stair,
Observe the silver moon’s bright glare!
No one is stirring – it’s past three
You sip with joy your cup of tea…
This moment stolen from life’s care
Is to be savoured – it is rare!
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
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