I have lined our shoes against the wall in readiness
dark came on graduated wings
and suddenly it’s time to sleep
you know the moon’s half closed eye
is dreaming of tomorrow already
focused on the rim of the world
time to lie and let the tiredness take
your weariness and wrap it
in resting give it over to gravity
and I will lie and listen to you sing
and then breathe
and then breathe softly the way you do as you sleep
I wait for the tremor of dream
before I kiss your eyelids
and your chin and slide out from under your heavier form
to arrange our hats on the hooks
in readiness for the sun
and put the shoes in order for our feet.

What a sweet goodness there is in your poem.
ReplyDeleteI agree Rob. The readiness, the gentleness.
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