Counting Greguerías Sheep
by Stephen Collington
— Ramón Gómez de la Serna
To snore is to slurp the soup of sleep.
Our dreams are drams distilled from the deep.
The clock ticks off the seconds. Why
not firsts? they cry.
It’s late, they have a date to keep.
Insomnia: in sum, I lie.
I truly try,
but still can’t seem to make that leap.