King David’s ghost

King David, part poltergeist, part friend

disrupts my Circadian Rhythm with Psalms thumping on repeat.

“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…”

David, the thought of lying down in green pastures gives my chiggers.

But still your pounding rhythm drones on and on;

“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…”

David, I don’t need nap time. I need recess.

Freedom to run to the top of a hill,

watch the sun fall hard on the horizon, spilling out

paint cans of yellow, pink and orange.

David, please, stop telling me what you want,

when I need the world to lie down and take a nap.

2-11-2023