I wrote this poem as a draft in a short time, then left it sitting around for almost a year, and when I came back to work on another poem there it was. I read it for about an hour, re-arranged 4-5 words and declared it done.
Bedtime is a private and personal time… the time when a person is lying in the dark, awake and presumably trying to sleep. It’s a time when the mind has no more use for active work; and instead just works to settle itself. Sometimes that settled mind is not so easy to obtain.