The Lions Live Here Now



During the nighttime when we sleep,

the poet is the self, a cycle of sleep.


During the nighttime when we sleep,

what doesn’t really matter sinks in sleep.


They say don’t go where the lions sleep,

but the poet ignores such warnings in sleep.


The poet rises to the top in sleep,

deeply, lightly, recovering in sleep.


The poet listens to the lions awake/asleep,

doting on creation and uncertainly in sleep.


Poet and lion live beyond their sleep,

recreating language & space for both wild beasts. 





Melva Sue Priddy