A Cool, Dark, Quiet Place

 

For optimal sleep, this is the

Room we need, certain

Voices say, though I think the sense

In it (in that) might be apparent

To reach out to the left or right

Then bring it in

Like muscles with a game ball

 

Lights out maybe with a care toward

Preplanning disorientation

From lack of light

We’ll need something soft, too, for

Our belly or our hip or our butt

Plus something for our head

Resting to the side or back or somehow with

The face pressed down

 

The coolness comes from moving air

Though climate control has become a

Denser thing, inside

 

As for quiet, we are on a noisy planet

Where some think noise is just for them

And could it harm the rest of us?

Let’s not think about that

In our cars,

On top of our neighbors

(I’m not bitter)

 

Cool, dark, quiet

And we sleep

I tend to think we figure

Other things might go that way—

Sex and, yes, well, rock ‘n roll

The play when that’s the thing

Our time in movie houses

Maybe for some exercise of other

Sorts, a walk at night, escorted,

Maybe in the rain

 

So I think we should vote for this

Approve efforts to make it happen

Good night to you

God keep you

God buy you

Goodbye

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Ryan Searle on Unsplash

Heal’s, London, United Kingdom