Poetry Break

Bedtime
by Sarah Hall

What is it that causes this mellow mood?
Sources anonymous thou art.
The click click click of the fan
it ceased - as quickly
as this mood has descended upon me.
Free.
Glare saws off the soft edges and reveals reality.
The lampshade use to do us favors.
But came its turn to cry.
The crook in the blankets succumb to the
silky soft creature
black, gentle, feathery.
The hum of sleep energizes the walls,
curtains, plant.
Mellow is so heavy
my body
just lies
in

wait

In wait
for what?
The stuffed frog to
leap to life,
the chick to squabble,
the lamb to start jumping fences
- in my mind.
Transform images into sleep.
They come.