Bed calls
at midday, when
the eyes drowse and honey
themselves shut. Sleep curls
thick as nectar.
We hexagon ourselves,
invert. Always
a sigh. Hours ripen
sweet. We seal
away. For a moment,
the unbearable buzz
subsides.
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Cathy Socarras Ferrell is a poet and educator. The granddaughter of Cuban immigrants, she finds inspiration in family story-telling and the Sandhill cranes in her yard. Her work can be found at The Orchards Poetry Journal, Santa Clara Review, and other journals. Readers can connect with Cathy at ferrellwords.com.
