Making the Bed

Burt Kimmelman
for D.



Summer country. In the morning the leaves
bend

to the window and fold
the house in. Mountains and sun. I fold

the blankets, hand smooth. When
you’re here

I know it. The sun crosses

the hand’s breadth—

and in your face

the unenterable
image. Under

your eyelids
night unfolds. Pull

the blanket over you
and with it

the darkened air.

"Making the Bed" from Somehow, copyright © 2005 by Burt Kimmelman. Used by permission of Marsh Hawk Press.

Burt Kimmelman