Safe, Wes West ’18

Safe

Some months ago, I fell asleep on your back porch, like a lizard on a rock. I had not slept the night before; it was not safe to sleep; but now, with you on watch, I could.

Last week, in your guest room, There later than I’d meant (the trains ran past the fairy light around your garden path), I fell asleep. The darkness did not threaten. Wes West ’18