The Needful Rest

I’ve been here

straight through sunset

light shifting from warm to cool

to a dim orange tint

once the street lights came on.

Through the windows

shadow light sprawls

across the walls

not unlike the dark form

of my body sprawled

across the bed

recognizable by the outline.

The curves of my legs

seem to make a little

mountain range

immobilized and heavy

under layers of blankets.

How does the mountain feel

rising and falling and

knowing the slow

pace of change?

And was the sky gray all day

just feeling for this rain?

Now the blue comes through,

a soft, cold, shadowy blue,

as night comes on

and I will myself

to get up, again.