Poem: On The Gravity of Sleep

There is a definite

Gravity to Sleep:

I close my eyes,

As if heavy,

And I fall




But Gravity

Can flow both ways:

The weight of worry

Lifts each day

As I ascend

To scenes surreal,

Some nightmarish,

And a few ideal.


I’m often able

To dreamily trace

The associations

I have to face;

The source

Of inspiration

Sometimes clear

Revealed as each

Event appears.


But other links

Lack such connection

As they prophecy

A future direction;

Then I’m tempted

To believe in God,

These future memories

Seem that odd!




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