Back to bed for sure

Someone asked me this morning if someone is fragile. And I said no. Then just now I thought about it. Isn’t everyone fragile, in some way or ways, sometimes? Yes. (I love it when I can ask me something and answer me too. A very rare occurrence.) Four kids got an extra night’s sleeping over (two here, two in Brooklyn). I have had a rough weekend, and it is after all Columbus Day and Canadian Thanksgiving (Happy Thanksgiving neighbors!), so I’ll post a whittery bit and go lie down. Because I can.

A little night message

Now come love and lie with me
in supple sensual abandon
be all that you have ever been
all that you might hope to be

Dream in the embrace of night
as all the day’s concerns are dropped
like so many leaves off a tree
let our souls join in delight

Let me kiss away the lines
etched by the worries of the day
with smooth and gentle touches
I will trace a sweet design

My eyes close heavy toward sleep
my arms are filled with memories
there is now no impediment
I give you my all to keep