The Sleepwalker's Prayer

Lord, let me not slip.
Turn me from all openings,
Fumble my hands upon latches,
Stub me at the jamb.
Keep me, O Presence,
In the vegetable light
Of the icebox; if I throw
Open that door, let me not
Thrill in the cheeses.
Father Nod, Gracious
Maker of night's order,
Undo my effortful tasking,
Make my blanketing calm.
May my quiet be entire,
Unstirred, and my sleep
Until morning, be still.

Dennis Saleh