Night Life

(a night poem in 10 parts, below part 1)

​​1.

​Reaching my longing arms
up to the skylight,
​& (through the roof
of all my day's doings,
my it-things &
​my can't-wait-till-later-things)
finding the lacy edges
​of my dream's petticoats,
I pull them over my head.

My lungs open

my mind through my throat.
​My hair longs loosely backwards,
​seeking out from behind
my ears;
​halfly-spreading
in the thickening air
that drags me sleepilingly
away.

Eyes shut, I slip

​through one of the thousands
​of open star-holes in the sky
that let the sun in
at night,
and sigh promise-whispers
to the wind-ears
​listening from faraway
galaxies to all the night noises -
​including me.

​My legs stretch out,

invading
sleeping cat territory
at the bottom of the bed and reaching
​'till my feet gasp
the cooler outside air
and my toes
curl in
(to) the wonderland sleepsand
​dusting up like moonclouds
​from astronauts' leaping fly-walks
​around my planet bed.

​2. ...
​

from 'Dreaming' in Book IV:  I sleep, I dream