When Time Falls Asleep

This poem was written during my residency at The Columbia in partnership with Roman Road and was inspired by conversations with resident artist and musician Jack Laver.

Jack Laver, Abscission, 2020

The bed is made

where time will lie

Imprint itself

No standard bed it is

for it is a liquid bed

with no frame or mattress

A bed where time can go for a swim

before lights dim

before it falls asleep

before the effect of its presence

locks itself in place

before poetry can no longer be written

before time is bedridden.