sleep, little beansprout don't be scared the night is simply the true sky bared sleep, little dillseed don't be afraid the moon is the sunlight ricocheted sleep, little button don't make a fuss we make up the gods so they can make us sleep, little nubbin don't you stir this sky smiled down on Atlantis and Ur
Copyright © 2007 by Albert Goldbarth. Reprinted from The Kitchen Sink: New and Selected Poems, 1972-2007 with the permission of Graywolf Press, Saint Paul, Minnesota.