ASLEEP

a poem for my wife who has cancer

asleep
in a room
without a ceiling
a waterfall of light
pours down from the moon
cascades coldly across my feet

asleep
in a room
without windows
stars peer in
where glass might have been
silver light caresses my eyes

asleep
in a room
without walls
fireflies wander in erratically
silent, lambent
drawing in the humid night
and settle on my open palms

asleep
in a room
without a floor
night creatures ascend
invade my bed
crickets and worms
tap on my forehead

asleep
in room
without you
and all that was before
is no more