Trying to yoga myself to sleep

sleepy-eyed tonight

wanting down blankets

down pillows

dreams of a bed-bay-window

down the street

lights flickering

Dickeness streets

"Mom can I have chocolate milk?

Can you get my pajama pants?

Will you do yoga with me?"

we did

us four women

and my romantic bedtime thoughts

were post-realistic postures

posing

creating space

moments

time 

needed to be

just be

be

b

e

with my daughters not as their

mom

maid

playmate

protector

but as their equal

momentarily breathing

universal breathes

connecting

earth 

sky

relaxed for bedtime stories

now in the peace of the crickets

trains

soft heart lights

down pillow dreams

wait patiently