Fall down
in a dark room
Cool night
Late April bed
Pillows deep
form soft tides around me
Neighbor’s narrow light glows through the window
Filtered through a thin cloth of
quilt blocks
The draping breaths
in a fan’s breeze
As i breathe
and I’m listening
to slow music playing
lying next to me like a doll
I placed it there
At the hem of sleep we drift towards a genesis
and towards an end
Silent limbs weighted to an earthen bed
I am alone at the poles of sleep