Nights are for sleeping, mornings are for you to wake up, Mum always says. She won't understand, so i go back to my room with a bowl of cereal to eat them while looking at the stars and say to myself: but solitudes are best during the night. and days are too complicated to bear. even though dawns are dangerous; one gets more emotional as the hands of clocks rotate to the right inch by inch, dawns are also when you, he and she sleeps and that way the sound of clock ticking and crickets chirping are more clear, reassuring me that everything is going to be alright.
The Sciences Sing a Lullabye
Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.
Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.
Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.