Still as
the cat
on my covered feet.
Open to whatever
crawls in with me
to accompany my sleep.
Prepared to answer
any question
a rare dream may pose,
or at least to entertain it
long enough to decide
if it’s worthy of an answer.
Good night,
good night.
I shall hang in the dark sling
till tomorrow’s
first moment,
waiting for it
to swing me loose
into whatever day
may bring.
Dark Matter 