Sleep, Night, and all that
I have sleep apnea, and am in the process of getting treatment. Yesterday I saw the sleep doc and gave her one of my cards.
“Have you written any poems about sleep?” she asked. “I’d be interested to see them.”
I went home and checked. I searched SLEEP and NIGHT in my large Google Docs colletion of poems. I have a lot.
Here are a couple of my favorites:
Weather Report
The far side of the room
might as well be Europe.
I conjure morning’s gray sky,
stumble over backpack,
piles of pillows
tossed onto cold, bare floor.
I need a new lamp.
I knocked mine
off the nightstand,
my hand unsteady
from sleepless nights
dozing over a book
until four AM.
Coffee spilled
on my kitchen floor,
a wild whirl of my arm,
some time between
sleep and waking.
Night Journey
I drift weightless in nothingness
On my left is a yellow pail
Full of sea shells
On my right, a dirty white fox terrier
The terrier barks and runs towards me
I walk at twilight down a road full of shadows
The only sound is the clack-clack
Of my buster brown oxfords
On the uneven pavement
I round a corner and the fox terrier
Jumps out from behind a bush
He clamps his teeth around my ankle
I walk on a beach
Of smooth pale sand
That slopes down
To a navy blue ocean
A sliver of moon hangs on the horizon
The wind blows in my face
I turn and the yellow pail erupts from the sand
My fingers melt onto the handle
I scream
The fox terrier crawls out of the hole
He jumps up and grabs the pail in his teeth
He pulls and I am free
The next morning the fox terrier
Is curled up on the end of my bed
A shell sits on a table by the door
My feet are wet and sandy
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