Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn |
and a big mug of hot chocolate
I am so high on sleep now
there won't be a single peep
until you return
you don't need a stick to prod me with
I am in full form
trust me, words will come
I will fill the pages
it is neither a trial nor a test
let the sleep run its course
before it gets blown out by your arrival
reflected in the window
that table lamp gazes over me
while I absorb the book beneath my head