Bed to Bed

Something to write
To soothe yourself

Between sleeps in the bed
You never really leave,

Unless you count the small
Shuffling ambits

Of physical therapy.
The planet’s like that,

However much prettier
And voluminous the bed.

No one’s done more than a small
Shuffle to the chair of the moon,

And yet Earth still feels adventurous,
So why not this one bed in it?