I hear you say: "Lay still with your eyes closed"
I tried and try, but could not, can not, still
How fitting, then, that
The Squirmiest Boy
Learn stillness and sleep
And quiet and peace from
A man always but
A blink away
From his dreams
--
"Lay still, you little punk, with your eyes closed!"
You interrupted your reading to say
But, still, I rebelled with my tongue flicking,
Bouncing off the walls, fluttering madly
You never knew how I'd thwarted naptime.
Yet, still, my tongue grew tired and fatigued
Only stillness was left, then quickly sleep,
As you'd promised,
As you read,
As you'd seen
--
Lay still with my eyes closed, lay still and breathe--
Yearning to believe sleep's simplicity,
With the world on my mind in a flurry,
I recall you, Big Bear, hibernating
In your bed
In your den
That we made
Around you
Of pillows
On Sunday
Morning
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