If you shudder and cough
a moment later you’ll sigh.
Tell me. Is sister sleeping?
Is the landscape weeping?
Is Abigail peeking? This landscape
so bleak and stiflingly echolalic –
Is a white carpet worth a wintry
hemisphere? –
frost’s babbling brook
and mutely monochromatic apocalyptic.
Nearer. Come see the view
nearer the pith.
This may be
maybe may be
what sleep
is like.
Author Bio:
Darryl Lorenzo Wellington is a poet, essayist, and performance artist living in Santa Fe, NM, he recently received the 2017 Turtle Island poetry award for his chapbook Life's Prisoners.