I long abandoned my bed and my bedding.
The soft and comforting surface
Designed to embrace my form
My firm yet yielding sleep nest
Where I should reap best wood saw Zs
Did not suffice my needs
I was left restless pressed against it
As if my head were set against the chest of
A lover I did not love
Like a mistress you never miss
Like a mate who doesn’t matter
A mismatch
I ran from my mattress
In my immaturity
Like a child fighting naps
Only to fall asleep in his mother’s arms
Yes, I have denied springs with no roses
Memory foam I’ve been too exhausted to recall
Because their support
Was insubstantial
So I sought substance
Sought the maternal bosom
Which can silence her cantankerous child
I find my slumber on the cold, hard ground.
Now I am no masochist
I found maternity in massive matter over mattresses
You might think this is madness
But imagine this
The ground is with me wherever I go
The ground lifts me up when I’m down
The ground witnessed my first steps
The ground will be the last loved one to hold me when I die
The ground looks enchanting when holding a bouquet of flowers
The ground isn’t ashamed to get dirty
The ground serves up enough food to feed families
The ground gives the best hugs
The ground will keep my secrets for years
The ground literally understands me
The ground is always there to catch me when I fall
The ground never thinks too highly of herself even when everything rests on her
I find my slumber on the warm, soft ground
Carried by humble, substantial strength
I rest my body into the earth
And though not the mother of my birth
She is who birthed me
Who birthed us
The first of a long line of matrons
Whose patience is as vast as a she is spacious
Pay your graces, and lay your faces low.
Bow in homage
Home is where the heart is and if your heart is honest
Rest into breast bone of she whose gravity is ever calling you back home
Settle in the soil like loose roots
Caress the carpet like two boots
Let your weight go
And close your eyes
And climb into my bed with me
Resting in nature’s nursery