As the hours push ever on toward our completion
of this word journey,
brain slows, yawns widen,
weary heart wonders why?
Dry eyes leave one to ponder why humans
do not possess a nictitating membrane to moisten the eyeball
of struggling poets as we wander the halls of night,
stumbling toward morning and a full 24 pages of magic.
One thought on “Nictitating Membrane, anyone?”
I read the title and thought, “a poem about a nictitating membrane?!” Then it turned out to be perfect.