throw it deep

you can't get
back to sleep. something
is on your mind.
something has
gotten under your skin
and has taken
you away from
sweet dreams, deep
slumber.
you toss the pillows
around
to the cool side,
look out the window,
look at the red numbers
of the clock. you
close your eyes,
try again to get back
to sleep, but you can't.
over and over again
you ask the question
why did they run
the ball up the middle
at that stage of the game,
and not throw it
deep. he was open.