- Griffin Hamilton
The Elusive Mr. Sandman’s Eternal Journey
he moves as a forever approaching sloth
slowly yet defiantly.
his ability to force upon drowsiness is like the drawing of a bow—
the longer I hold back,
the more difficult it is to resist.
a moment in his presence is enough
for the two small sisyphi
pushing my eyelids apart
to stumble; just as they always do.
after he has won,
after the weight of the day keeps my head on my pillow,
he sets an elephant loose in my room,
to rest on my chest, waiting for me to wake.