is [il]logical, is rooted

to the surface of standing water
          [fact: water can only stand on one foot].

There is sleep of the eyelids,
but the hands are always moving;
                    Pointer is picking at Thumb’s cuticle again,
                    Middle wants to join in while Ring is aloof,
                    backing out of all confrontations.

Then there is sleeping on the ground
          [but sleeping on stone is better
          than not sleeping at all]

until bees start to nest in your hair
          and you want to shush the buzzing,
                    ask them to calm,

but they are dancing, dancing,
and your voice is none.