Upstairs at Eric’s

the best night’s sleep I ever had,

except that one night in the wilderness

where I slept alone and exhausted

for a while as I ran away from society

in order to find myself.

 

My Grandfather’s spare bed

at the top of the stairs, a set of rooms

he had not seen since the late seventies

as his baring and his weight meant

he slept downstairs till the day he died,

was by far the greatest bed of all.

 

The old Victorian room,