bigger dream

the single bed that sleeps my stiff
is warm under my double blanket
and my body tries to curl
as if it has now returned to my mother’s womb

(even as my hand withdraws in
after pushing the clock’s button in
not so slowly like a snail that pulls in)

disobeying the chiropractor
and my other learned doctor
who had seen my aging indoors
the degeneration in my bone
that requires a careful
straightening even in slumbering!

and under that coverlet
my fingers cover my ears, at
the speed of a supersonic jet
that in the secret space of my heart
the call to wellness will not be felt

inside the mantle, at the end, i kill a bigger dream
a vision, like that of lincoln, king, and now, obama
that needs to be dreamed
outside the bedspread, away from a cozy bed!