"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Friday, March 18, 2011

Let sleeping gods lie

Oh to sleep how a dog sleeps
all puffing jowls
and limp paws
wholly dedicated
to the most comfortable
position possible
lying on the back
legs stretched long and free
eyes rolled back under closed lids
or sometimes open lids
doesn't matter if the lights are on
doesn't matter if the TV is on
they are deaf and blind
to the whirring world
such dedication is a wonder
how must it feel
to engage in the kind of rest
that is unhindered by guilt and worry
no thought of tomorrow's bills
or the present state of politics
and unemployment rates
rising in the year to come
there is no year to come
there is only this fleece blanket
there is only this moment
and this moment is for sleeping
so here they lie
furry little snoring buddhas


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