Poem: Beds

Beds

Our species had beds even

before history, before
most things were invented
we were sleeping off the floor,
not just on piles of leaves,
though those were used,

but in some form of bed,
or so I understand it
from my limited research
into the matter.  We had
beds long ago, slept
much as we do now,
which seems important,
as though something
of being human is more
about that seperation
we make for ourselves
to dream away
from the earth,
as though we made
our beds so we might
lie apart from the rest
of the world, as though
we are not of it ourselves.