3 Bear Lodge
The motel curtain leaks in
A pale Wyoming dawn.
There are dark mounds lying all around,
Sleeping like hibernating grizzlies.
What called me out of slumber?
I listen and hear only breathing.
Six of us share this one room,
In beds, or on the floor.
It is nearly morning.
I am warm and drowsy.
I close my eyes and hear light breathing,
Gentle snoring and a sigh;
My family, close enough to touch,
Secure in this square cave.
As my ears sort out the sounds,
My eyes droop shut,
And the pillow cradles my cheek.
“How green my…
I yawn as my fuzzy, faded thoughts
Drift apart and dissolve
Back into sleep.