Were we to make our bed in space?
Spread sheets in space?
Cover with blanket in space?
Were we to lay our heads on a pillow?
Lay without gravity.
Sleep without force
Pulling us down to the ground.
To our sheets and our pillows.
Dreams of flight and accent
That can only descend to a bed
Where a creature of gravity sleeps.
Orphaned of softness.
Softness is weight.
Above and below is weight.
Under my head is weight.
Dreams are weight.
Sleep is weight.
Rest is weight.