waves

***

swaying left and right,

left and right

left and right.

i am abed, stomach

shifting and churning.

against white sides they

beat and shift

making sleep fitful and

incomplete,

dreams ugly, vivid, and

stark–

until i remember

who owns the waters.

 

suddenly sheets are

swaddling clothes, bed is

bassinet, and waves naught but

mother’s arms, mother’s song.

i am soon

fast asleep.

***