Pajamas

The world rushes
turns
pressures
fills schedules
empties energy
and places heavy bricks
on tiny gas peddles
until the explosions
reverberate a soul
so weary it doesn't know it.

But long after the sun sets,
when the tires have lost their tread,
when the battery must be recharged,
when the gas is guzzled,
out come the pajamas.

All hail this simple comfort!
Once the loose fit graces skin
the night slows
the pulse yawns
and the hustle is bustled to bed.

Now a relaxation may commence
and breathe as it should.
Now the worries are put away
and replaced with dreams.
Now the rose will be smelled
and the body will shift to stasis.
Now it can.
It will.
It pajamas.



Dedicated to Jeff.