bedtime

Yes, the bed was soft,

like silk, last night.

Sheets so cool they could

have been water. The pillow safely

under my head, a reminder of all

that’s good in the world.

Tucked in cozy and warm

under a nest of covers,

these welcoming layers

blanketed my mind from steep

drenching rainstorms of thought.

The body thankful as it leaned

into rest, the promise
of sleep’s quenching

replenishment

soothed like a friend curving

quietly beside.

As the day’s scattered,

tattered shouts diminished, I fell

slowly down, easing
completely

into dreamtime’s green earth

of the sweetest unclenching.

(2008--revised July 13, 2017)