The Space We Dream In
The space we dream in is inside our ribs.
It isn’t just inside our hearts. It takes
In lungs as well. Our chests are little cribs
For sleeping infants, little drowsy aches
We want to be full-grown but are afraid
Will turn out wrong, nightmares of thalidomide.
And so we play it safe. We barricade
Them blind in daydreams, don’t let them elide
With actuality, or sneakily
We keep them in our unprotected sleep
And make sure they don’t escape leakily.
It’s better if they stay there held heart deep.
..Don’t let them out. Don’t let them breathe in light.
….Keep them all coddled in your careful night.