November 16th, 2012


(no subject)

Let's go to sleep,
under the gladly weight of blankets
in the warm, dark fuzz.
"Do you hear the soft blow of trees outside?
I'm imagining I'm a leaf;
it's helping me fall asleep."

She surprises me with innocent wisdom;
truth so infinitely simple
that trees too understand.

"What will you be,
she asks,
"a leaf, a branch?"
I said,
"I will be the ground, the earth
that nourishes the rest."

Let us be still and silent;
let us fall asleep.