the dog sleeps with his head against
the cellar step door. huffs and the
occasional twitch of a foreleg paw
telling the story of his inner life. a
puppy once again, chasing.
I sleep now with my head propped
two pillows high, the occasional
snork telling of snoozers anonymous
that I knew not of, ‘till my wife said
do something about it.
innocence was what I saw in my
children’s sleep. little faces turned
to the sky as if internally connecting
to grace abounding, their hearts
resounding a heavenly place.
take us away now in all of our dreams
to places that move us and swim
along streams of consciousness
bespeaking our inner selves. in
and out breathings of deep indigo truth.