Nov 16, 2012 16:53
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.