10-02-2018, 09:23 PM
This, Too
Last night I nodded off
with television looking on–
flat-screen wonders, songs, and wars
played without me just the same.
I rose, back bent and sore,
at first begrudging time not spent in bed...
then smiled, acknowledging
this, too, was sleep.
I’ll rise from sleep another night
while this world,
its wars and rumors, songs and getting
churn along just fine
in my final absence.
Then I’ll glance down
(I look so peaceful lying there)
and smile, discovering
this, too, is rest.
Last night I nodded off
with television looking on–
flat-screen wonders, songs, and wars
played without me just the same.
I rose, back bent and sore,
at first begrudging time not spent in bed...
then smiled, acknowledging
this, too, was sleep.
I’ll rise from sleep another night
while this world,
its wars and rumors, songs and getting
churn along just fine
in my final absence.
Then I’ll glance down
(I look so peaceful lying there)
and smile, discovering
this, too, is rest.
Non-practicing atheist

