if I could have

delivered you from your

biggest worry and

make the day all come forward

to the part where you finally relax

and make an assurance that

we are going exactly nowhere and

you recognize where you want to be

after a few glorious sunbeams

and a hundred or so

breezes that come up the forest hill but

soon you picture yourself under blanket

reliving your flavor of

last night’s cocoon

plenty of the gain of no stress

in a tiny set of wings

that often flutter open

but for now the rock

of not much body momentum

Is what needs to be

and another quiet voice begins singing

the slow slinky tone of

each and every of tomorrow’s yesterdays

beneath a quest for silent naps that

register on every scale

and grow so many levels

in each minute of valued deep

tasty lovely sighing slumber