7
UNABLE TO SLEEP

Night is leaving, black bull
—full flesh in mourning, in fright, in mistery—
bellowing terribly, immensely
to the sweating fears of all those lying down;
and day comes, fresh child,
asking for trust, love and laughter,
—child who, far away over there,
in the hidden places where the
beginnings and the ends meet,
has played for a moment,
in an unknown meadow
of light and shade,
with the bull as it runs away.—