Alarie Tennille, Poets in the Sleep Lab

Alarie Tennille
POETS IN THE SLEEP LAB

They called for thirty of us,
for those whose eyelids drop
near sunrise. We woke on the moon –
a test colony. They thought it kindest
to send subjects who can sleep
in light and travel in imagination.

We write all we want, but share
only with each other. Some volunteer
for a satellite station on the dark
side, where they can’t see home
and the past always looming.

I thought I’d miss the trees, grass,
bird song. But when I stare
at that glowing blue orb, I want
to drown in its rush of water.

Author’s Comment: The moon is taking over my poetry. This is great. It makes less work for me. “Here’s another poem,” she says, “pretend it is yours.” Since I retired in 2012, I’ve embraced a night owl’s schedule, which Luna loves. However, I definitely own the ending of this poem. It reflects my homesickness for the ocean, since I grew up on the coast and now live land-locked, a thousand miles away.

Bio: Alarie Tennille was born and raised in Portsmouth, Virginia, and graduated from the University of Virginia in the first class admitting women. She serves on the Emeritus Board of The Writers Place. Alarie’s the author of a new poetry collection, Running Counterclockwise (2014) and a chapbook, Spiraling into Control (2010). Alarie’s poems have appeared in numerous journals including Margie, Poetry East, Coal City Review, English Journal, Little Balkans Review, and Southern Women’s Review. Please visit her new website at alariepoet.com.


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