I count it as a certainty that in paradise, everyone naps.
I believe the world would be a better place if we could stop in the middle of the day and just rest our eyes for awhile — to look at the inside of our eyelids for a few minutes, to pause, to pray, to purr…
perchance to dream. Aye, there’s the rub.
We just might wake and see things differently.
A slight breeze stirs tree branches
so shadow patterns play on the curtains
like candlelight in a drafty room.
The harvest is over, corn
stubble and weeds in the field. The sky is
I will close my eyes, nap for
a while. Perhaps when I wake all will seem
the same. Sleep plays tricks in many ways.
~Matthew Spereng – “Late August, Lying Down to Nap at Noon”
Like a graceful vase, a cat, even when motionless, seems to flow.
~George F. Will