The Nap

While muddling through maybes and endless claptrap,
I tripped on a yawn and fell into a nap.

I wasn't invited; I didn't say “please.”
Sleep sent me pillows on a soft, sleepy breeze.

It tucked in my thoughts that were noisy and loud
And it folded my worries like wisps of a cloud.

My checklist: It tiptoed away down the hall.
My clocks just stopped ticking, forgot time at all.

I drifted past bushes and flowers and hay.
I sailed on a blanket that floated all day.

The sun winked goodnight though it wasn't quite through.
The stars all arrived and they brought the moon, too.

When I woke up later (Or sooner? Who knows?)
I found tiny snores still stuck under my nose.

So if you feel nervous or grumpy or snappy,
Fall into a nap, and you'll come back all happy.