PUTTING THE WORLD TO BED

Before I fall asleep at night,

I lay the world down in my sight,

 

The fish along the river bed

Put in order in my head,

 

The birds, by a soporific whim,

Arranged sequentially on a limb,

 

SOmetimes by height, and then by color,

The bright declining to the duller,

 

The palms above laid out like socks

To rustle on the lined-up rocks,

 

Clouds arrayed against the sky,

Stars themselves hung out to dry,

 

All the beds tucked in and mapped,

Christmas presents neatly wrapped:

 

Only when my days align

Can the pieces of my dreams combine.

 

December 19th, 2002

Kailua

 

NOTES ON PUTTING THE WORLD TO BED