Endangered Sleep

January 18, 2008
By Rebecca Engelbrecht, Philomath, OR

the tide goes in and out
breathes and pauses
falls forward to the back
pushed away by the other hand
sew it to the sand
see how well you can hold it back
catching something
it does not last
not in this
place

freedom

falling to the floor
running away
out the door

freedom

grabs me by
the hand
tells me no more lies

the tide goes out and in
shudders and grinds the wheels
falls back to the forward
unlace the laces
tear out the frills
let it fall from cupped hands
losing something
it will not last
not in this
place


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