Bed

I am not sure how well this one works for you, but it seems to summarize my feelings today very neatly. Wendi believes it is a little bleak...


Bed


How improbable the whole thing now seems:
the vast expanse of blue, the air, the grand-
iose freedom of feathers, birds, dreams
lazily searching for a place to land,

watching as the earth assumes a face,
fixating on soft features, like a friend,
a river bend, a tall smokestack, a trace
of cotton smoke billowing from one end,

a lake of slate below a buoyant cloud.
How distant, how abstract, how beautiful!
You wonder if the water is allowed
to sparkle so outside a dream until

you hit the surface, crushing every bone
inside your pillow—shaken and alone.