Slumber

Do not fear night,
the darkening room,
the closing of eyes.

Let hush be a blanket,
a cradle for sleep,
a swaddling robe.

The black is
a matrix of dots,
a three color print.

Each snapshot
walks on aluminum legs
a dream that is dreaming.

Reoccurring
without resolution
then gone back to hiding.

A sadness
worn as a comforting
weight.

Roots filling a crack
then breaking
a boulder wide open.