sleep

how deeply i breathe now
spine wilting into cushions
tired feet splayed over silk

nocturnal neighbors congregate
these careless crickets chorus
me their general salutations

just there, this ceramic vessel
that readies my urgent mornings
with well steeped honeyed tea

these shelves profusely populated
by illustrious companions whose
tales have tantalized my imagination

such familiar sights and sounds
invite my weary thoughts to slumber
as they do each and every night

and yet, most essential is this:
her words so warmly wrapped
around my ever eager soul

no greeting calls me further
no voice so delicate speaks
of laughter and music and love

when now these eyes do close
her face will wondrous remain
to smile my fondest reverie

does god sleep?

i do not believe god sleeps
not even on tuesday
she is far too busy being
just being
and after all
being
is really quite something
whether you’ve created yourself
or not
just being
on mondays
and fridays
and all through may
and with all that being
going on
how could she possibly
get even a wink of sleep—
close your eyes
just one little blink
and you’ve missed a millennium
of tuesdays

Salt Lake City 12 Apr 2013