Sleep, Loss

Once past the pang of handing in her keys,
she met none of the miseries foretold
for the retired. Those bus-stop waits in the cold
were well lost, and she slept the sleep of peace
alarmless. What dawned slowly was a dulled
or loosened hold on morning’s luxuries—
the moon, a sliced pearl set in lapis skies
diamonded by one planet, with the gold-
red band of sunrise chasing her.
………………………………………And she thought
then of an older loss: when her last child
had learned to sleep till daylight, and her lulled
limbs fled communion with the monk, the night-
watcher, the graveyard shift, as she became
an outcast from the house of two a.m.

Maryann Corbett

Maryann Corbett

Maryann Corbett spent almost thirty-five years working for the Office of the Revisor of Statutes at the Minnesota Legislature. She is the author of four books of poems, most recently Street View from Able Muse Press. Her work has appeared in journals like 32Poems, Ecotone, Literary Imagination, and Rattle and in anthologies like Measure for Measure: An Anthology of Poetic Meters and Best American Poetry 2018 . She is a past winner of the Richard Wilbur Award and the Willis Barnstone Translation Prize.
Maryann Corbett

Author: Maryann Corbett

Maryann Corbett spent almost thirty-five years working for the Office of the Revisor of Statutes at the Minnesota Legislature. She is the author of four books of poems, most recently Street View from Able Muse Press. Her work has appeared in journals like 32Poems, Ecotone, Literary Imagination, and Rattle and in anthologies like Measure for Measure: An Anthology of Poetic Meters and Best American Poetry 2018 . She is a past winner of the Richard Wilbur Award and the Willis Barnstone Translation Prize.