Good Night PyeongChang

Good Night PyeongChang

Plant your bulbs and seeds and things,
Next to dream of what shall rise in Spring

Heavy gray eyelids, pumped up
By the natch of noradrenaline
  I am in the zone at
Two thirty in the morning,
I watch Sweden concede in the seventh end,
  They were just tired, no need to go ten,
Quarter to 3am, Korea conquers Japan
With one more 1-0-1-0-1 to their 0-1-0-1-0,
  Brush by with an extra whisker

Tired, so tired, I dream of sleeping,
  On expanding sheets of glacial ice,
Giant boulders flying,
  Knock-a-block

I don’t know when I awoke to the sky blue of
  Late February, 2018, blinding sun and bizarrely warm day,
Rumbles of mountains bowling, distant, granite,
  Beyond the sky’s horizon

Good night PyeongChang,
  ‘til Olympic glaciers run again,
I will plant my bulbs and seeds and things,
  Next to dream of what shall rise in Spring

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JM6vp4r_hvM