Once a sleeping boy awoke
And spoke about a cat who'd come
And curled up to take a nap beside his head.
And that, my love, is the breadth and brevity of life,
One statement, one half-awake epiphany
To divulge surprised in a sleep talking slur.
And then, right back to bed,
To heavy dreams and heavy breathing,
And leave the heavy lifting to the morn
Of another lifetime and another day.

-jenn