I tend to be an early riser ... most days I'm up and wide awake no later than 6:00, and usually by 5:00 or so. That's not to say I don't enjoy sleeping in, just that I seem to be biologically unable to do it most of the time. Today's poem speaks to the joys of burrowing in and enjoying just a bit more sleep than usual ...
Weekends, Sleeping In
by Marjorie Saiser
No jump-starting the day,
no bare feet slapping the floor
to bath and breakfast.
Dozing instead
in the nest
like, I suppose,
a pair of gophers
underground
in fuzz and wood shavings.
One jostles the other
in closed-eye luxury.
We are at last
perhaps
what we are:
uncombed,
unclothed,
mortal.
Pulse
and breath
and dream.
More thoughts coming.
Bilbo
1 comment:
It's time for me to go to bed.
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