My Pillow

Is an old and humble one.

We go back so many years

that I've forgotten how we met,

when I got it, the important details.

It is surprising, this carelessness about

something I spend so much time with.

It stays at home when I travel, but

otherwise it is a constant companion.

It waits each night patient and unaware

that commerce might come between us.

For who among us is not vulnerable to media

hype and the lure of the new and different?

So, wherever I turn these days I find the

friendly-seeming man touting his pillow

designed to provide tailored support

and with patented fill that won't go flat.

Impossibly, he promises each happy

customer the "best night's sleep in

the whole wide world" with a pitch that

troubles my sleep on my own pillow.