Sleep is a white blanket covering
the yard, the sidewalks, bending tree branches down
Sleep is a silverfish slipping away
between the pages of a book brought to bed
Sleep is the soft hum of a window fan
lulling sweaty sleepers on a hot, humid night
Sleep is a blanket full of glass beads
each one painted with a tiny closed eye
Sleep is a country of which maps
show only the boundaries, and those uncertain
Sleep is a bottle of pills reading
do not operate heavy machinery
Sleep is a black python whose coils
are smooth as water, irresistible as smoke
Sleep is rain on the roof, gurgle in gutters,
bedroom window perfumed with petrichor
Sleep is an old dog curled on a cushion
with twitching paws; he barks with his mouth shut
Sleep is a crow prophesying on the windowsill
Sleep is a whale breaching under the boat of day
Sleep is danger and refuge, cure and disease,
end and beginning.
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1 comment:
I linked to this amazing poem on Poetry Friday this week.
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