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The birds are there.
Their predawn songs
float through
the open window,
and I almost hate
in that moment
that beautiful sound
that enters the dream
I am not having
to perch on the branch
of awareness.
I want to ignore
their song.
Want to not know it.
Want to sleep through it.
But I think of my friend
in the Middle East
who wrote me last week.
I doubt there are
any birds left in Gaza,
she said.
Then there is no more sleeping.
Then I lie there and think
how lucky it is
to hear the birds,
though I can no longer tell
if their song is lament
or praise.

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Reframe

Some sleepless nights I imagine
Eva Cassidy might arrive in my room
with her old guitar and she’d sing to me,
her haunting notes draping
the air above me
like a humble and much loved quilt,
and I would curl little girl-like
into her lush and love-strung tones,
her clear voice a pure bell
ringing every jumbled thing
from my worry-cluttered mind.
I’d probably try to resist closing
my heavy lidded eyes.
What a gift it would be then
to stay awake.

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That bed looks so great.

There is nothing right now

she needs to do but slip

between those soft blue sheets

and close her eyes.

She has no words that must be written,

no lessons to plan, no bills to pay,

no conversations to have.

She is tired, and she deserves to sleep

right now. She doesn’t worry for an instant

that there will be consequences.

She looks out the window

at the light across the street,

sees the silhouette of the woman

who lives there as she

fusses and rushes and hunches over her desk.

What could be more important

than dreams. Whatever needs be done,

tomorrow is soon enough.

 

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