Symphony Of Sleep Poem by gary polonsky

A sonnet by Gary Polonsky

A puff of air crescendos into song,
A capella, yet no chique refrain,
Cadence of two long, one short, one long,
Railroad chiming of a crossing train.
So it is as she to sleep each night,
A bell or a whistle or a honk,
Goldberg Variations at their height,
Angela or Glenn's honkytonk.

Often with my head upon her breast
I listen to the gurgling from within,
Another set of sounds that often crest
Ere diminuendo lifts again.
Every second breath its own cacaphony,
One man's snort is another's symphony.


Written in Ontario, Canada - 20th May 2020.