February 27 – Blanketed
When night’s dark blanket smothers
Your head with weighty matters
Of unfathomable depth
And indeterminable length
Remember it is a blanket with holes
Started by moths, poked and prodded
And expanded by fingers to let in the light
To see the fingernail sliver of the moon
A star winking and blinking
And you can cast off night’s shadow












