30:30 2014, Day 6

Sleep

For the grandfathers who learned

fire, dusk was the halftime whistle

when hunter and prey changed ends.

Why do we drown at end of day,

simmer in bone-stock when the danger

peaks? Why shut eyes when sky blinds?

The first ones who copied hope

to wall with a smudge of chalk

or crushed hawberry knew--

or guessed, if we call it faith:

Mind is the biggest cat. It will kill

the body when it bores of playing.