Before falling asleep

Greedy tongues slowly quiet down
as trading light closes up shop.
All stories of the light melt into the quiet.

In the dark, eyes still open, I meet my shadows
in a permeable place with no inside or out.
Feet explore corners of cold between fresh sheets.
Body stretches, recoils, owns the space.
Absolutely.

I’m alive
as the stone, the stream, the fragile birds and greens.

M. Ana Diz was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, and now resides in New York City. Professor of Medieval Spanish Literature. She is the author of two books and many articles on literary criticism. Although she has written poetry for many years, only recently she has started to publish as a poet. Bear Creek Haiku, Blackwidows Web of Poetry, Ceremony, Chantarelle’s Notebook, Blind Man’s Rainbow, Hidden Oak, EDGZ, Iodine Poetry Review, Open Cut, Poetalk, Nomad’s Choir, The Poet’s Art, and The Poets’ Haven have published or accepted to publish her work.