Miranda Field

I Do Not Sleep For Sleep Is Like The Wind And Trees Amazed

Not sleep for sleep is like the wind and trees amazed
by sleep’s persuasive gaze
and germinates
inside cicada cochlea—
do not you sleep, do not you sleep?— then eats these
hatchlings up, unseen.
In glistening jelly themes hollower than Appalachian mines
among pines,
praise, applause, themes—my subtle worms—combine
when moon a world-dividing language sings,
above the hook-and-ladder’s dipthonged, drunken, ruby fountain sounds . . .
Such is my state, my stateless mind—
widowed turtle, green mother in some shady grove,
lost in her native tongue.


Miranda Field
“I Do Not Sleep For Sleep Is Like The Wind And Trees Amazed” first appeared in Bomb (Fall 2003).