Before Napping

You push the button
on every appliance, run
the vacuum, washer/

dryer, set the space
heater, think back to the nap-
hum of mom’s cleaning.

To headphones, records,
to the mobile hanging
above your crib, back

to that premier nap
on your dad’s chest, to
the muffled pumping

of your mother’s blood,
to the moans of conception.
Back to the forest,

or the volcano,
the click in place of proteins,
or the moment God

thought inspiration.
And now, ears built without lids
to rest while we hear.





A day is not done, until it's filled with words.

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