Sleep

At times sleep slides by like sand,
pouring slowly over you
as if you were in the hourglass, suffocating.
Other times sleep is like snow.
Melting until it is not what it was.
Hanging around
- in dirty patches in the mud of morning.
Sometimes, it is food - essential
yet distasteful - not done properly.
Sometimes you forget it -
halfway remembering but always putting it off
dirty clothes
- getting by with what you put away last time.
Sometimes, just like eating or doing laundry
it gets put off for a greater good.
Sometimes we don't sleep just so we can love.

5/11/2004