Kit Kelen #487 - sleep

487

sleep

should be this tight little room

corners too dark to see

well tucked

please stop trying

then clanging doors will whisper shut

you fall through all of the cloud

through falls, past catching hands

fall all the way till there's no here

the trampoline has lost its bounce

but we're still in the backyard

stretch

still

and the eyes go round in wonder

with all of day's stray fashionings

and the breath goes round

as in that perfectly circular above ground pool

a neighbour had

where we came out from under the sprinkler

and truly discovered summer

none of us out of her his depth

each of us and all together

marching round and round

till we could stop in the tide

we'd made

and couldn't stop

and be swept on

past sunsets, suppers, off to bed

dawn ought to be here somewhere

you dream until it comes

and past

and still today

swept on

there isn't a room

in which this fits

sleep

is such a picture