Weekends, Sleeping In

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Weekends, Sleeping In

 

by Marjorie Saiser

 

No jump-starting the day,

no bare feet slapping the floor

to bath and breakfast.

 

Dozing instead

in the nest

like, I suppose,

a pair of gophers

 

underground

in fuzz and wood shavings.

One jostles the other

in closed-eye luxury.

 

We are at last

perhaps

what we are:

uncombed,

unclothed,

mortal.

 

Pulse

and breath

and dream.

 

from Beside You at the Stoplight. © The Backwaters Press, 2010. Reprinted with permission at The Writer's Almanac.

 

p.s. I am such a gopher. I'll bet wolverines do this too.

[Phil]

What a nice thought for Sunday morning. Thanks for sharing.