The sweetest part

One of these days I'll work out
what to make of life, the unending
loop of tasks and moments and
necessities and pain.

One of these days, for sure, it will
come to me, as obvious as a cloud
in the spring blue sky, as obvious
as hail and showers and sleet.

Waking up isn't the hardest part
but going to sleep is always the
sweetest. That's when you let it
rest, for a while, the chase.