A form of sleep

How long has it been since I didn’t feel tired?

I can’t remember.

Huh,

weird.

There are moments I feel wired,
amazing and ready,
but mostly I feel exhausted
and in need of pastoral
scenes of steers
chewing
and looking up on
occasion,
bleary eyed,
like they had just woken up
from a form of sleep
that they enter while eating.
that and some nice red wine
maybe a cotes du rhone
or bourdoux
and time,
blessed time,
a wealth of time.