Bedtime Thoughts

By Margaret Hillert

The wallpaper in my bedroom

Has a hundred boats or more,

With here and there a lighthouse

Standing bravely on the shore.

And here and there a floating buoy—

Hear its lulling bell?—

Gently bobs as gulls fly o’er

A green and grayish swell.

I wonder if it’s possible

That on some magic night

I’ll climb aboard one of those boats

And sail out of sight.