Sleep for C. G. Jung

John F. O’Brien

1.

Upon getting into bed

i feel the covers close

around me

and i watch the dark

open in patterns

i ask myself if i

want to do this

2.

Sleep buoys up my body

like a boat at a dock

when the waves rise

melting ridges of

the unconscious

i ask myself if i

want to do this

3.

For sleep may be death

not knowing herself

each night a child

of death

the sinking

when the dock

the dream disappears

and even the sails

know the touch of

the waters