Alive, mid-night

I.

The house on tiptoe alive, mid-night

This body in fear and questions again. Mice? Men? Why?

2.

The body stilled, heart slowbeat, mid-night

Mind in a dance to the world's corners, learning the earth

3.

Mind gentled, called home, at heel mid-night

Words building a poetry wild that will not see day

4.

Words tasting of dream markets mid-night

Buy and sell gangplanks, cha-chas, hymn sings, rain-soaked bike rides

5.

Dream life quiet, sleep blankets, mid-night

Offsite children live jivy nights far away. I sleep

6.

A child was born in this bed, mid-night

Ghosts of their growing bodies still fight for the covers

7.

Ghosts woo me to restfulness, mid-night

Pillows on pillows, marshmallow nothingness blankbrain

8.

Pillow fights with the day-aches, mid-night

Grabbing the wakehearts, sleepdowns, champagne potion of hush

9.

Wake hearts, gather to lie still, mid-night

Unfinished checklists litter the nightstand. Poof! Gone!

10.

Checklists so sturdy. They haunt, mid-night

Calling the brainstrands to jig where no mortal should step

11.

But the jig's too sweet to stop, mid-night

Mind in a dance to the world's corners, learning the earth

12.

Earth gives its gentle, deep tug, mid-night

Gravity lies in the bed. Same as it ever was.

13.

Gravity claims its bodies, mid-night

The house on tiptoe alive. The body relaxes.