The Ship of Sleep Sailed On

The ship of sleep
Left the dock,
And I wasn’t on it.
It gathered speed from harbor-slow
To open ocean,
As I exhausted myself, waving both arms,
Trying to get its attention and slow it down
To get aboard.
But it steamed to the horizon
And then disappeared.
And I,
Alert as a squirt of lemon juice,
Was left trying to reason myself to sleep.