Composing In Bed Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

Let it rain.
I won't complain.
I'll stay in bed,

Warm and dry,

And let the day wash away

As I hide

From friends
From deadlines
From myself
From time.

Let it march on.
I will promise to catch up.
And maybe I will.
Or maybe I will slip out of sync.

Maybe I can find a slower flow
With rivulets that turn back
Or whirlpools that spin
So I need not leave behind
The times my mind
Wishes to cling to.

Even if all must move
Even if there are no still pools
There must be a way to stay,
To swim in place

Until my limbs weary
And my mind clears
And my soul agrees to float
Once again the way fate must take me.