There really is something about the moments before one falls asleep for creative energy.  I was about to slip away last night, but I was kept awake by my troubles, and out of my troubles sprouted a poem.  It was a simple Haiku which, I realized after scratching it out on a notecard, was horribly negative.  So I felt I needed to also compose its opposite.  They’re not really anything special, but I figured I would put them into a blog post, so here they are:

The Haikus of Time and Perspetive

The past so painful,
The future so frightening–
The present so droll.

The past so soothing,
The future so promising–
The present so full.