The selection, which I found on the Floating Library blog, is titled, The Great God Sleep. This struck a chord, because lately I’ve foudn difficulty getting up in the mornings. Since I usually assume it has to do with the feelings of depression that winter seems to bring, I forget that there is another, more logical reason. I never like to “miss” anything.
Jan. 26, 2014
“That great god Sleep: I yield to him all greediness for time.”—That Great God Sleep, from A Year with Rilke.
Mornings, sleep clings to limbs,
eyelids firm-shut, refusing light,
mind still grasping the tail of dreams.
I search for reasons why I deny the day,
forgetting how late I stayed awake,
the futility of wanting to miss nothing.