I laid my head on the bed of the dead tired,
just to feel the weight of exhaustion crushing
my shoulders with the weight of my world.
I went to the beach and saw the waves crashing
and just for a moment I knew I could crash too
heavily upon the mattress of dunes and pillows of
water that rolled back and forth in the kiddie tidal pool.
Too bad that place is another in time: yea, though we
walk in the memorial gardens of who I used to be…
I see it so clearly, smell the sodium vividly
imprinted within the seas of me.
The old seasoned salt, veteran of years,
playing at dreams so close to surfacing it seems
the breakers do their best work early in the morning REM
when I’ve only just begun to sleep it off and the radio
serenades with R.E.M., who still hasn’t found that lost religion.
The tick-tock of that foreboding digital clock
counts another sleepless night away.