sleep. Breathe soft, heart-filled creature;
if I were to make a list of meaningless moments,
you would not feature
but do not cling too close to my chest
– I am wading
through ice water,
with no map
and no compass;
I fear I am no help;
I have only my head
and my arms
and my legs
and a pen.
But don’t think I don’t dream I might hold you again.
I really like the flow and the blurring between the title and the start of the poem; it really sets it up nicely for the first line (which is especially beautiful).