Your Go-To

While you wrestle with indigestion

Too many carbs the books say

Be they cat or dog or both

They sit at your feet

Peering faithfully at your darkening expression

As you try to watch TV

While your mate

Scolds you with

I told you so

Later

Rather

Than sooner

TV speaks of troubles

Greater than your own

Making your digestion recede

While your mind plays with

Bills

Marriage

Children

Job

Et al

After which as the habitual sounds

Of car horns

Sirens

Angry street voices

Drawing ire from your cat and dog

Grow silent

Leaving the peaceful sound of

Trees full of leaves rustling

Busy with their own worries

As fall chill alerts their fight or flight instinct

All while…

Your night light

Not dim enough

To keep your mind shadows

At bay

Your snoring

Not loud enough

To scare off the nightly visit

Of undesirable dreams

You turn on the bed lamp

Grab your iPad

And scan

Knowing trouble galore

Is overwhelming on the internet

Your “go-to” feel-better-than-them sleeping pill