Walking to Sleep


found objects, paint

38” x 28” x 6” approx. each

What you hope for
Is that at some point of the pointless journey,
Indoors or out, and when you least expect it,
Right in the middle of your stride, like that,
So neatly that you never feel a thing,
The kind assassin Sleep will draw a bead
And blow your brains out.

From Richard Wilbur's, "Walking to Sleep" (1969)