Sleep

Yesterday's prompt from Poetic Asides November PAD Chapbook Challenge was to write about something slippery. Sleep seems like a slippery thing to me, so as I was falling alseep last night out on the porch (my favorite place to sleep) snuggled up with Mary (my second-favorite person to snuggle with), these lines came to mind.

Sleep

I move in
and out of sleep

my book sliding
to the floor,

stolen slumber
on the porch –

dreams come knocking
at my door.

A small breeze blows,
leaves rustle,

the moon shines and
night birds sing.

In my mind I
slip away

on silvered waves
and feathered wing.