Blankets

Of life, I have enjoyed most blankets,
the layered quilts of winter,
summer with a top sheet blowing,
the midnight searchings of spring and fall,
and all the nights of life there dreaming,
they covered, protected me while I was gone,
off to a world I can't recall,
off to a soft reality of actions
where sins disappeared with the opening of eyes
and death truly had no dominion.


(SK/1982, or thereabouts)