Sleep II

A comfortable bed

made up of

all the loose ends

left untied.

They are bundled together

into a soft nest

in which my heart finds

peace and rest,

and roots

from oaks uprooted.

I make my bed in them

and in the shelter

of trees still upright.

The mix of uprooted

and rooted

is only really

a healthy garden.

PoetrySarah FaucetteComment