bedtime

                                

 

Yes, the bed was soft, like silk, last night.

Sheets so cool they could have been water.

The pillow placed 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 the steep and 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 and tattered shouting diminished, I fell down with ease slowly, completely, into dreamtime’s green earth

of the sweetest unclenching.