Bed Questions


We make 'em
But resist lying in 'em

From "clean your room" time
To military "bounce a dime" time,
Beds cling to us,
Or,
We cling to our beds.

Some attach a bed to everything.

The "reckless" Bunk.
The "get acquainted" Queen.
The "power play" King.
The "narcissist" Four-poster.
The "Rulership" Canopy.

Romantic, eh?

And oh how careful we choose our trade-ins.
Growing up.
Growing down.
Coming of age.
Gaining on age.
Running from age.
AGE.

So…

Even though beds are about
Pulling the sheets taut,
Fluffing those down pillows airy,
Flapping and shaking that comforter protective.
Truth be told…
Most of us
But concede to lying on top of 'em.

Our bed?

My bed?

Might some of us never find out? 
 
 
Revisiting Past Good Times
Oh how haunting such remembrances can be.

Yet…

Today’s good times seem more…

What?

Seasoned?
Lived through?
Ready to grow up?

Yah!

C’mon.
Nothing tops that sensation
Of finally getting there,
Arriving at a level
Of leaving behind (but not forgetting)
That which gave you maturity.

Oh, the pain.
Oh, the joy.
Oh, the experience,
Oh… Jesus…
Why such a long process.