Every night
I try to marinate my mind
with many a delicious thought:
gratitude for many things
and hopefulness
for things to come.


I am quite successful —
at other times
I feel I’ve failed
to add the proper spices.


How much this marinade
impacts my sleep
I do not really know.


I like to think
it matters much
and that it even helps
the dreaming that I do
before the night is done.


You might call this prayer
or efforts of the mind
to help one cope with dailyness.


I don’t really care about its name
but I hope that
you might do the same.

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