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:
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.
on my kitchen floor,
a wild whirl of my arm,
some time between
sleep and waking.
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 turn and the yellow pail erupts from the sand
My fingers melt onto the handle
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