Ode to Rest

Tired of the news, tired of the Net,
tired of anxiety, tired of regret.

So, I fell asleep
and dreamed I was a leopard

made of midnight clouds.
The bright moon shone through me

like alms upon the sky,
where the songs of whales beneath me

pulsed a lullaby, swept my rosette-
essence, pierced my ink-stained eyes,

where islands rose near palm trees
as they waved a soft goodbye—

goodbye to fears, the lonely years,
the news, the Internet, loss

and tears, unconscious spheres,
anxiety, regret—

Goodbye to the exhausting things.
Hello to sweet, sweet rest