I didn’t sleep well last night. Maybe it was the iced tea at dinner, or cup of coffee after, or lights on in the kitchen through crack of door, too hot, or too cold, new pillow cover different from old’s feel. Who knows?
Planting now, soft bounces and rhythm of tractor’s ride, ground lulls me near to sleep. Prayer and settle of the mind adds further to the trance and near-to-sleep of spirit’s state.
Eyes close, longer than intended. Opening, I see the angled pattern of wheat stubble’s lie from work as tan and flaxen spread before. Whine of the engine, sustain of land’s lull in ride.
Unsleeping, I restore in a rest that I now find.