Quiet time

I always know when life has grown 

 A bit too frantic: 

I’ll be trying to hold a conversation 

And I’ll start losing words.

 I’ll know that these are clouds, 

But the word nimbus will be floating somewhere 

 Slightly out of reach, 

And shoreline might reveal itself as”edges” 

While the word for that resides in some briny deep. Luckily all it takes is sleep to correct the problem, 

But sometimes that’s just one more thing 

 That eludes me: then I’m quite certain 

I need some quiet time 

To resurrect my brain.