Saturday's Poem: For A Sleepless Child “FOR A SLEEPLESS CHILD by Peter SchmittIf your room is ever too dark,small one, look out through your windowup at the moon, that little bulbleft on for you in the sky’s black wall.It will still be there come morning,burning in a bright room of blue.And if your room, restless one,is much too still, listen to the clatterof the freight, rattling past trestleson the cool night breeze. Then followthe moon to the side of the tracks,where the train is a long, slow dreamyou can jump on. An open caris waiting for you — one step up —you’re on! Now watch the dark towns, the lightsdeep in the porches, and lie downin the soft straw, and sleep till morning,when the train chugs into the station,noisy with birds and wires overhead.” PoetrycynthiaJanuary 13, 2012Peter Schmitt, For A Sleepless Child, poemComment Facebook0 Twitter Pinterest0 0 Likes