The sheet lay halfway
Between her feet and the floor
Pushed into that no-man's-land
By a night of sweat soaked dreams
A desire to remain asleep and dreaming
Of a reason to rise
Like the sun of a new day
Wanting to feel the warmth like others
As they open tomorrow
Like a holiday gift
That will make their heart
Sing with joy
While hers lay heavy
As a stone in a still pond.
Ellen Fuchs is a poet from Rego Park, NY.
She taught elementary school for several
years and now does volunteer work. Her poems
have appeared in the NEW YORK
TIMES:METROPOLITAN DIARY, the AUROREAN,
FALLING STAR, and other small presses.
Poetry has been her avocation for over