What is nicer than crisp, fresh sheets
Unless it’s warm crumpled ones
Molded to your body
What is more delicious than a lie in
However short and fleeting.
For a few minutes
You have cheated the world of its
Demands on you
Even the sick bed, if not too sick
Allows you to sink into
Comfortable fuzziness
And tell your other problems
They’ll just have to wait
But wakeful time in bed
Is excellent too.
Great plans can be made
Problems straightened out
Dreams conjured up.
If only the rest of life were so easy.