A Poem on the Website of
the Red Dirt Writers Society

Survival
by Joan Hagy (Jan 2012)

If the stars weren’t calling to me to come look,
If the coyotes would stop yipping their songs to the moon,
Damn moon -
I could crawl into the tangle of sheets and goose down and
Slide next to you.
I could slip away into nothingness.
Sometimes sleep isn’t necessary for survival.
I actually learned in the army ways to survive
In the most difficult times,
In the coldest environments,
The harshest terrains,
Without sustenance or sleep.