Nap

Dozing off to Sophocles

Shifted sun across the room:

A change in scene, abrupt--

A violation of the Unities.
I wake to the smell of roasting peanuts,

Maybe baked grain

Or a trace of bacon and pancakes,

Everyone at the table

And my son announcing he’ll hike

The Mountains to Sea next summer,

That he’ll need new boots.

I struggle to interpret
Peanuts at Colonus,
Not expecting I would close my eyes

As Oedipus begs for kindness

From keepers of the holy ground.

 

                                                                             3/19/2013