To Sleep

close your eyes, close your eyes,
there is nothing left to see today
rest in warmth and wonder and
allow the night to slip away,
dream sweetly; smile, love,
your labouring is done, today,
breathe steadily, then quietly,
let dreams go where they may.

The Myth of Rest

The problem with rest is that there isn’t enough;
never the time to feel full, content, stable,
and ready to seek the work out, no,
only the allotted time to feel
the guilt of idleness, to feel
the gnawing of postponed tasks, to worry
that there is not enough time for rest and work,
work and rest,
and some voice says, “work must take precedence,
the swing of pick and ax is all to life,
the digging of this great empty space,
down, further, faster, deeper,
and if you work enough (or if
you inherited the empty pit of another)
perhaps you will dig clean through the crust,
the mantle, the obverse,
and be blinded
by the radiance of some unknown sun.”