Resting Hours

Two days asleep and where am I
on the footbridge through the cemetery belt
or closer and closer to the power station
through the chain-link fence at Ridgewood Reservoir
or in the unlocked trucks with Tyler
I am not one to take a risk but the performance
of risk by proximity to industry is a prayer
maybe, if I knew I'd be a mystic I'll
be a mystic when I'm forty when I
run for city council I have the whole
of the years I still remember over again
for that, but for now, for January, I must sleep
while I still can, while I'm still too young
to be a poet