Afternoon nap


Sometimes your mind blanks out

After you have drowned

in an afternoon nap


In your half conscious sleep

you barely remember

who you are

whether it’s the past

or the present


And when you wake up

it takes a long time

to reemerge in this world


It’s as though while you slept

your spirit traveled to a place of haze

another wooly world

and it takes a while to call it back


I personally used to hate these afternoon naps

Time on Earth is streaming forward

while you’re not moving of an inch in your sleep

And when you wake up you need to run to make it up

but you don’t even know in which direction to go


“Tissage de Tristesse” is a watercolor painting by Chantal Peguiron


About Erik Vincenti Zakhia

Dear all, I will share with you many of my poems, short stories, drawings and paintings telling of my journey of self-discovery and my reflections about life, love, art, spirituality, sexuality, kundalini rise, and twin flames. They all fall within the realm of Hazen. May you have an inspiring visit!

One comment

  1. Profitez de la sieste en la lisant c’est agréable! C’est très très beau ça me donne envie de dormir

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