William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Afternoon Nap

You love this mirage, this idea of yourself looking out on the world, when, all the while, the world is within you. And you love the sanctity of what you imagine is your private space, when that same space is outside you. And if what is outside is in, and what is inside is out, where are you, and what are you? Just what becomes of the who of you?

Afternoon Nap

             Even in his sleep,

our little grandson

             is imagining

                                the world.

Poems, Slightly Used, October 7, 2008

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