Today's poem is by Ron Houchin

Reckless sleeper

Letting go of the world,
as if it were a remote control
falling from your drowsy hand
onto the motel floor,
you don’t know if you’ll ever return.

You trust your body
unattended by mind and spirit.
In a dream, you may hang on
a cross of exhaustion looking
down at betrayers of loin or leg.

Through the night you find
every pose of sleep’s evolution,
a fish gasping in a shallow pond,
a pig sprawling in a wallow
of sleep-warm sheets.

Let go. Swim on
into the white night and don’t
come back. The world’s not
to be trusted. It will never
forgive you or make up for loss.

Copyright © 2009 Ron Houchin All rights reserved
from Museum Crows
Salmon Poetry
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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