The Weight of the Night

 

The night weighs gently

Rounding my shoulders

As I struggle to find sleep

Things on my mind range

from the basal to the ethereal

Some of them have a great deal of weight

Some of the weight is not even mine.

So I think I’ll go back to bed

The big bed, with the fan turning imperceptibly

To keep this Florida room cool

I”ll wrap myself around a man who waits for me there.

I’ll hold him close to me and stay with him.

When he wakes he’ll take the weight from me

And both of us will sleep wrapped together

 

By Deborah E. Dayen

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