NO GORDIAN KNOT THIS

Again last night, that song so strange

As if channeled by some wayward choir

Interrupted my sleep and then I was

Falling in that unsettling way

That only frenzied nightmares provoke

Falling and rolling like a huge ball of twine

All unraveling with smooth parts and rough bits too

But with no real hope of finding a place to settle

And through it all I knew it was the end—

Of my life that is—at least the robust healthy

One of which I've grown complacent

Taking for granted the way one does

The sublime nature of an ordinary life

I knew this was it, a final attack of sorts

And nothing to be done but play it out

S.E.Ingraham