The new bed

The new bed is like no bed.
You might be rolling
on that denim cloud
beyond the evening city.

You might be floating
in a forest of kelp
that swings and lolls
and lulls you enigmatic.

You might be anywhere
but in bed, and you wake
to morning light
when flickers of eternity have fled.

– – – – – –

Rachel McAlpine

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