There is a tiredness in this hot
autumn air, a drift toward sleep
even in the daylight. But sleeping
is no solution. Is it the body crying
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Sometimes sleep seems like a waste of time, but what if that is when all of our memories, all of the neuronal bits of data that determine our identity and personality undergo routine, necessary maintenance? What if we awoke with a totally different personality? Or if our long term memories disappeared after a nap? Your excellent piece has made me contemplate one more significant factor of life I take for granted on a regular basis. Thank you, once again you have given me the pleasure of an enlightening contemplative interlude. Cheers! :)
Your comment amplified the possible meanings of my poem. Which is exactly the role sensitive readers play for us. The two possibilities you cite here about waking up with a different personality are so provocative - and scary. There is another poem or perhaps a science fiction story. Poems and comments on poems set off these trails of other possibilities. And that's the way a poem stays alive! !
You have captured perfectly the mood of the autumn and its relation with body n soul. That's exactly the impact it has on me. I feel too sleepy all the time but i also feel that autumn is really good for creativity. We must answer the calls of creativity n sleep both. A lovely write.