Bedtime


We make 'em,
but hesitate to lie in 'em.

From "clean your room" time
to military "bounce a dime" time,
beds cling to us,
or we cling to our beds.

Interesting.

Some attach a bed to everything.

The "reckless" Bunk,
the "get acquainted" Queen,
the "power play" King,
the "narcissist" Four-poster step up,
the "ruler-ship" 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 in 'em.

Our bed?

Someone else's bed?

Might some of us never find out
which is the bed we’ve made,
and then never embrace the truth
to sleep in it...whichever it is?