Couches

07/04/2023

I love sleeping on couches.

This usually happens when I am around

People that I love, people I haven't seen

For far too long.

I am dearly clutching our

Last memories so that they don't fade.

An untimed alarm clock that rings

When it's time to make a new memory.

I love sleeping on couches.

There's a sense of boundary on one side,

And open range on the other.

Only when I visit my mother

Do I eschew the couch

For her living room floor.

It's firmness reminds me

I grew up safe in her arms.

Boundless love lace sewn tightly.

She carries that gravity for us so gracefully.

I love sleeping on couches.

Couches mean I am wandering,

And wandering means I am alive.

Flitting from one lilypad to another,

Each one a different array of

Nostalgia, curiousity, and reflection.

Paper thin, green glass footsteps

That ripple and laugh,

On a path that arcs from first breath

Through each unwritten tomorrow.