Climb on in, my
castanet,
My macaroon, my
sheep.
A bit more sleep
on my watch,
Petunia Bean, my
Beast.
Crush your cheek
with folded arm,
No peephole in
the crook,
As if the world
might smite you
If you even try
to look.
Your plans still
wait for sunrise,
Let them yawn
and stretch their legs,
Your fears are
at the diner,
Scaring the
whites right off the eggs.
Join the
groundhog, back in bed,
Who saw Spring
coming later.
Thick and wide
and supple,
He ambled back
like running water.
Your brother’s
in his bunk,
High above us
now.
Your mother’s on
the sofa,
Because she
coughed so loud.
So you breathe,
out and in,
Content to soar
and turn,
Wry lesson to
the rest of us
Awake, with no
return.