Our bed is as
restless as I'm,
the sheets twine
and move, knotting
around me, your
pillow finding
its way to the
floor and back
again.

I'm meditating
everything
becomes quiet.

I'm our bed,
I'm our sheet,
I'm our quilt
I'm our pillow

~breathe~

I may find sleep now,
or sleep may find me.

There goes the pillow to
the floor again.

Even our bed
misses you.

03/30/2007