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 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

shouts diminished,

I fell slowly

down,

easing completely

into dreamtime’s

green earth

of the sweetest unclenching.