longing for longer naps

you gave me thirty minutes.
i held my breath for the first two
hoping to impress you.

a sigh overcame the feat
as the world took another turn
around a rusty axis,
along an ancient orbit,
and realized (again)
it had never been here before.

after this contemplation of mortality
it let out a sleepy yawn
and resumed swallowing
our time and space
engulfing the remainder of 28.

and we remained still
hoping they would forget our obligations
and we could hide there
under the covers
forever.

at least until our bodies
contemplated their mortality
and realized (again)
eventually we had to eat.




wb