I don't want to spend
the end of my journey
as a sleepless poet
with language dancing
in my head.
I'd rather be
a dedicated consumer
burning out in retail
on a pillow of bills.
I'd rather be
an exhausted gardener
digging in the earth
with dirty fingernails.
I'd rather be
a brave new Christian
leaving the church
sleepy with prayer
to follow Jesus.
I'd rather be
a mindless Republican
even this, if
it brought me sleep.
Maybe I should learn
how to yodel.
