You Called

You called my name
and I didn't hear.
My ears were covered,
filled with distraction
filled with destruction
filled with discouraging despair.

You called again.

This time I heard something. 

I turned around, curious. 

It only took me a moment

to dismiss you as the wind,

as a coincidence

as a fleeting thought taking a detour

onto the traffic-laden highway of my mind. 

You called again. 

This time I heard it. 

I laughed.

Why would You want to talk to me?

What could You possibly say?

What could I possibly do?

Dismissing myself, I politely nodded

and walked away.

You called again.

This time I hear You. 

I still think it's funny,

but you still want to talk.

Okay, You win.

I'm listening. 

UNTITLED

My head hits the pillow, desperately seeking rest.
Sleep does not come.

My mind fills with the regrets of the past
and the mistakes of the day.
I toss and I turn; my mind remains restless.
A distant whisper:
"I am."

My head empties and I begin to drift. 
A moments peace interrrupted once again as my mind rapidly fills
With worries of the future: future regrets and future mistakes.
I am restless once again.

Thoughts of my job, my education, and my security
pass through my brain, mocking me
and keeping me from the restorative sleep that
I am desperately seeking.
Another whisper:
"I am."

My mind empties. 
There I lay in the present,
my head on my pillow
seeking rest.
I am with I am.

A blissful sleep soon follows.