Sleep Isn’t a Passive Verb

Sleep Isn’t A Passive Verb

Sleep isn’t a passive verb.

Alive.

Vibrant.

Joyful.

Sleep isn’t sleep at all. 

Sleep is when I’m the most awake.

When I am more.

Without reality tugging on conscience, and gravity

pulling my body downward.

I am still and doze into my movement with joy as I live without rules

and hang ups about time, or logic.

Or reasons.

I don’t need any.

In this world, I am.

I.               am.

With my eyes closed, I meet the people who never visit.

The people I miss, who I only get to see when I’m the most me.

When life is not linear.

Leave and return. Leave and return. 

Whomever they may be.

I am visited by those I’ve forgotten to forgive and we break bread,

and have some tea.

And visit for just a little while.

Though time is irrelevant, and no one is keeping tabs,

I excuse myself, with a plan to meet again 

the next night.

Because before the break of dawn,

there is more living for me. 

I’ve got miles to go while I sleep