Night-Life

A night poem in 10 parts (here parts 2 & 3)

​2.

​The wonderland wetgrass
is cool,
chilling my baby toes
​& rubbing water
into my soul(s)

​3.

​(here everything floats)

Thought-words seem to echo
and bump
against inner ears
before settling in,
to be heard yawning
for the last time,
curling into their lip-corners
and mind-bends
to rest

& let other words
bounce themselves
to sleep.

​Happy, sleepy souls float (here),
bouncing briefly
against the (resting) words and settling
​more quickly
into you soul-
eyes
than the last of the end-of-day talk
​leaves your soul-ears in peace.

​(light moves faster
​than sound)

​I catch sound-bites
in my translucent web-
fingers
​and taste them
on the tip of my tongue:
​closer
than they were all day
​to being known
for what they really are.

Happy, sleepy soul-voices float (inside)
and meet each other
halfway to know-man's-land.

Always before it gets too late:
Just in time
​with me now.

​4. ...