Switching on

Where is
what we used to be
and some still are,
some have far to go?

in the early light, she asks quite rightly,
‘are you coming back to bed,
or are you chasing dinosaurs that
run around your head?

and a saving grace,
the mirror laughs at me
but I can face
the day ahead with thoughts of
going back to bed,

the dinosaurs are never dead
they’re only sleeping.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.