Floating Away

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Sleep

My solace

My time waster

My mind eraser

til I wake up and remember the dreams

Amniotic fluid to float in

A dark, green pond I barely surface from

 

Yet I do

Surface

Every afternoon

In my bed—the pillows hot, the blankets tangled,

drool crusted on my face, eyes glued almost shut

 

The more depressed I am

the more I sleep

 

And float, though my skin puckers and

my mind grows weary, trying to find what I need

in thick, inky water.

 

by Leslie Wells

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