I am so afraid of sleep

I am so afraid
of sleep then
I remember a
hiking trip alone
and sheltering below
a ledge of stars.
So much dust
must constitute, I thought,
a honeycomb for the lips of
yeshiva boys or an
interior of ascending
steps to the “Himalayas
of the soul”. My night
watch was met by a band
of Perseids straddling
roofs and trees. Science
thinks particles are
scurrying from universe to
universe and when caught
in traps and released, they
leave fields of littered
interstellar shells and the
gravity of my cold, stamping feet;
they outline unnumbered game
deep in wilds of river stars. I
wanted to provision my
birch canoe, sweep their banks
and fire signals to their boundary
of our eastern dawns.

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Author: Charles Bane

Charles Bane, Jr, is a Pushcart Prize Nominee and the author of The Chapbook ( Curbside Splendor, 2011). His new collection of poetry is available for pre-order at kelsaybooks.com

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