Bear

When I lay my body to rest at night,

sometimes I wonder if I’m lying next to you.

Like the past has joined us in slumber,

and we’re back on road trips,

sharing a lumpy matress together.

I feel so small against you,

Like a bear and a fox,

yet never afraid of your might or rage,

just soft against your side,

Curled into your warmth.

It’s cold most nights,

so you must be sleeping somewhere else.

Perhaps, you’re tucked into a constellation,

sleeping against stars.

Wherever you are,

know I wish you were here.

(For my father who sleeps in the sky)