The Eternal Lie-In

[addy]

I really like the idea of this poem Jack. A child's mind is a wonderful thing, especially when its at the cusp of something previously unknown and unpondered.

When I realised death is absolute,
like the sky or my untidy hair,
my body shook with dark wonder,
as the notion of a dreamless sleep,
always unbroken, spread across the wall,
a large rain cloud. I was ten or eleven
and scared, but warm in my bed,
the sheets held close. How do i describe it... there were parts I found odd upon first read that were only later illuminated-- for instance i thought the second line was just wittily dry humor, and would've liked an image more absolute than "sky"; I as well thought "large rain cloud" was a rather safe image choice. Then when the poem progressed and the narrator's age (at the time) was revealed it all clicked happily and I liked it. So in that, the revelation seemed to flow backwards for me

I don't remember if I slept.
Years of sparring with despair,
based on this reality,
that all which feels must one day not,
has led to musings, after all,
that maybe sleep is wonderful.
We lie in bed for years on years,
not once disturbed by mummy's hand,
bringing with it school and chores,
nor the alarm clock's android dirge,
worshipping the square office.
Rather, like a pleasant host,
the universe allows its guests
a very long lie-in. I really love this, and almost wish the "lie-in" description was more drawn out. It reminds me of lazy summers where you can practically spend the day in bed. Sigh