To Sleep
I think I’m looking forward.
Who can say what’s going on?
I sleep well enough. I’m comfortable,
but I wake up from dreams
that seem more vivid these days,
from spaces that are concrete,
so real, so real, and then I’m awake.
I mean really awake, the kind
of awake to start a day, ready.
Except it’s 2:38 and
nothing’s shaking, for goodness sake.
I think it must be nearly dawn.
Did I set the alarm? Did I forget
my medicine? Where are the cats?
But everything is fine. It’s fine.
It’s just the time and the fact
that I’m awake, instantly awake.
And it’s not as if I struggle to return
to sleep. I can close my eyes and
drop plenty deep into the vivid spaces
and swim amidst my synapses
until I snap to again at 3:17.
I repeat to sleep, to sleep,
perchance to dream.
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