Playthings

 

I stirred.

The word “plank” skittered from my mind
as if unleashed,
as if it were inside
a speech balloon.

I watched it float away
and, still half-asleep, thought:

plank.
     Wide.
            W
eathered.
                   Tired.
                          Yes! That’s it! TIRED!

and felt the thrill of winning first prize.

My brain
prefers words
even in sleep.

                                                             5:00 a.m
                                               12 October 2013