I suppose it's a sign of advancing age, but it seems that I look forward to bedtime a lot more than I used to, and for different reasons.
In Praise of My Bed
by Meredith Holmes
At last I can be with you!
The grinding hours
since I left your side!
The labor of being fully human,
working my opposable thumb,
talking, and walking upright.
Now I have unclasped
unzipped, stepped out of.
Husked, soft, a be-er only,
I do nothing, but point
my bare feet into your
clean smoothness
feel your quiet strength
the whole length of my body.
I close my eyes, hear myself
moan, so grateful to be held this way.
There was a time, long ago, when I praised my bed for other things ... but here we are.
Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. More thoughts tomorrow, when Monday Mountains brings your alpine fix. See you then!
Bilbo
4 comments:
What a great poem and yes, I identify with it too. Oh, the hard work of using that opposable thumb, LOL.
Nothing beats a good bed!
I like it. I can relate.
Really great poem. I like my bed too, but wish I had room for a bigger one.
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