Schlummernde Frau
by Johann Baptist Reiter (1849)(Source: Wikimedia Commons)
minutes past midnight,
she yawns, and her eyes
open.
the muse is awake.
I’m still stiff with
sleep,
she says, don’t expect
too much,
a few words at best.
with months of silence,
few words are better than
none.
make them good ones,
please.
ah, no, she responds,
that’s entirely up to
you.
you must wake up
too.
