The Pillow

A devise so simple

yet so essential instead,

allowing nights full of sleep

a place to rest your head.

One must ponder

from the beginning of time,

what the caveman used

way before we had rhyme.

Surly not a rock

it would be too hard,

with all it’s sharp edges

the pain of a shard.

I suppose a tree limb

but only in Winter,

because in Summer

it might leave a splinter.

A pile of leaves

would be much lighter,

but what if it had

inside a poisonous spider.

And even worse yet

if leaves started to shake,

resulting from a nesting

of a slithering snake.

As time passed man

used straw and hay,

but in the event of rain

the odor kept one away.

At one point in time

maybe a pile of leather,

alas to be replaced

by the light fluffy feather.

The search went on

now we have evolved,

with so many choices

still the problem unsolved.

What is the best

too hard or too soft,

head sank down

or being held aloft.

And look at the cases

some satin some cotton,

only to again awaken

feeling tired and rotten.

Now we have foam

some filled with air,

so many choices

it’s just not fair.

It’s all too much

I’m left it total alarm,

to Hell with it all

I’ll just use my arm.

Gary R. Cramer

June 16, 2018