Your room at first <br /> near perfect dark, <br />you breathe in sleep. <br />Diffuse light blurs <br /> the curtains edge, <br />My head is clear <br /> the night is hung, <br /> thy bidding beckons <br /> from our bed, <br /> until this thing is done. <br />Years project uncertain <br /> through sticky shrinking web, <br /> net strung from light <br /> of distant stars. <br />Aspire despite desire, <br /> petroglyphs on gravel, <br /> channel marker, silent throbs <br /> intermittent stream. <br />Clock drips moments, <br /> fridge shudders another cycle, <br /> sleeping descendants <br /> inhale the night, <br />Peace and deep full lull, <br /> exhale near audible peaks <br /> unworded whispers <br /> room to room. <br />On occasion clocks <br /> tick in unison <br /> room to room. <br />Nearly concealed rustle of <br /> plastic bags by the laundry, <br />The silence ticks <br /> with punctuated clicks <br /> of an old mans stretching bones <br /> and muffled sigh, <br />The house and its materials <br /> differentially cool and shrink; <br />Why would he bother here, <br /> our ancestors were more fun? <br />Lull and peak, <br /> lull and peak, <br />Did-dod…, did-dod…, <br /> did-dod…, did-dod…, <br /> unravels the strings of time, <br />Cacophony of little noises <br /> ambient and discrete, <br />Amplified by silence <br /> devoured by a sepulchral <br /> grumbling erupting snore, <br />The fridge shivers another cycle, <br /> sleepers breathe in lull and peak; <br /> the house cools and fidgets <br /> near the old back door.<br /><br />Danny Draper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-could-not-sleep/
