Thursday, May 14, 2009

"You met me at a very strange time in my life."

Joe and I are getting a new mattress delivered today. I am hopping the kids all up on sugar and DVDS after lunch in a vain attempt to delay napping as I want to nap today too. I want to throw my body down on this pillow top heaven and sleep. I never get a fricking nap. I am carving one out today. Our current mattress is so old that the sateen sticker at the bottom of it is one that has a very 70's sexy broad on it in a chiffon night garment. When I change the sheets she mocks me. She is a reminder that there is always something else that needs purchased and it never gets to be a bed! We are crippled from poor sleep and wander through our days propped up on coffee. Seriously, it's a banner flipping day here.

and just because it is my favorite poem and it is about sleep....

Variation on the Word Sleep

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

-Margaret Atwood

title post- Fight Club 1999


Kate Coveny Hood said...

I'm not familiar with Margaret Atwood's poetry...but I love her books (Lady Oracle reminded me so much of my mom...) But I'm very familiar with old mattresses. And considering I'll have to buy three new ones for my kids soon (they still have toddler bed mattresses) - my new mattress is not arriving any time soon.

Josey's mom said...

The poem is painfully beautiful

Josey's mom said...

The poem is painfully beautiful


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