a different bed

the bed away from
home is not like the one you
sleep in.
it's different.
soft and sure,
pillowed, thick sheets
and blankets,
but it's different somehow.
the light,
the water and dock
outside the large
window.
the way the sky seems
bluer,
the gulls, so many
squawking in their busy
way, to and fro.
it makes sleep seem different.
the world
is different.
the air we breathe,
each thought within now
changed
somehow because of this.