The rosary of bedtime

Poetry

 

You take off your shoes
Your watch
The way you look sidelong
Put down the map of yourself
You always have to carry
To find your way back here
And sigh

All the day’s return
Is stretched in the arc of your neck
The crack of tendon joint and bone
Set down the muscle that holds out your hands
Props up your voice
The song you will sing tomorrow

Roll up your eyes
Brush your hair away from your forehead
Savor the quiet
Taste the sleep hovering through the air ready to swallow you whole

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