Pebbles Again

You tell me that I snore when I’m awake
but I can’t hear myself and only hear
the tapping of my feet down cellar stairs
that take me underground.

Lead me to a room where I might lay
and fold down the corners of the day,
into a puzzle that children play
just for amusement.

Lead me to a room with empty shelves
and fresh white paint upon those empty shelves
and windows that look out upon a world
that is not this one.

And when there is no respite or reprieve
leave me on the beach there with the seals
so I may spend the remainder of my days
counting pebbles.