if i die before i wake

it's difficult sometimes to wonder about the sky
without considering sadness. i have an overstuffed belly
and it's hard to be comfortable. bad things happen to
good people. the wind outside is unforgiving and wierdly
cold, cold. i'm so tired i dare not move a muscle.
let's sleep; let's forget about movement, the present;
sleep come over me and give me rest. where are you waiting,
sadness? are you hibernating or floating over this bed
sulking? tomorrow, oh tomorrow things will happen that
will move us around and some will cry and some will
get stronger. there is not enough of me to vaccinate
the swollen infant universe of sorrow; and that's the way
it should be, and that's the way it will be.