My favorite sheets are cotton;
One set’s yellow, one is blue.
They feel as cool and crisp as they
First did when they were new.
They’re covered in fish swimming.
(They are skipjack, I was told,
Or at least what was described online
From where the sheets were sold.)
It recently occurred to me
That when I go to sleep,
Although I wish I’d stay that way
And slumber long and deep,
I also should be careful for
It sounds like what my wish is
Could be slightly misinterpreted
As sleeping with the fishes!
As I’m bowed, in cares distraught
Lightness unbends, thru an arbor caught
In the rigid coils of tight binds
Gladness interlaces with vines that unwind
Netted in a shadow of grasping night
Moonlit petals glow their reflective sight
Entrenched in weight of concrete inveighs
Nectarine wings point the scented airy way…
This entry is just the beginning of sanctuary
Gardens small grow and call the wisdom of trees…
Utopian dreams realign where nature breathes
Inviting serenity in wraps of soothing wreathes
Deep as the roots and high as a sun-ride
Elevation is granted where greenery’s the guide.
(8/18/2020: '87 Skipjack 28; Fresno. Sanctuary contest)