the good sleep

you fall asleep
in the early darkness
of afternoon,
you slip into slumber
to the rain, to the wind.
to the sound
of tires
in the snow,
a plow, a bird,
a voice
calling across
the courtyard.
it all takes you
into a dream.
onto a soft
bed of feathers,
a cloud
where you are in flight,
defying
the gravity of
trouble,
away
from it all
far far away
from this life.