EVERYWHERE PEOPLE ARE ASLEEP
Plumped down where they used to stand,
forehead pressed against an arm
face to the ground, breathing quietly.
Above the earth, under warm blankets
under solid roofs, haphazardly
curled up, turned inwards
while the world opens like a hand
while fingers look for other fingers
other fingers other fingers and the fish
rock the sea to sleep and the ships their cargo
and the radio the father and like a soft shawl
the father the mother, the lamps the night.
Why are you keeping watch. Why must
somebody keep watch, somebody be present.