Saturday, December 1, 2012

The Mystery of Sleep


When I don’t take my part
in the mystery of sleep,
failing to take that strange sacrament
of humanity upon my tongue, time

like a long, dry strip

of sackcloth or the promise of wrath tightens
its grasp around my head, makes my sore eyes
bulge, my ears buzz, my soul bless
the Lord and rest.