going on two years
Not completely sleepless
more restless resistance
staying up too late
waking up too often
Not like at sixteen
sound asleep 'til noon
I could sleep through it all
earthquakes and rock bands
thundering rhythms
rocking me numb
Is it my age?
Is it all these life changes?
My mind like the skin of water
viscosity fragile
Was it falling in love
or being smacked down
out of the frame of it?
My mind opposes the need
for my body to sink into
the deep surrender of sleep
I've tried taking the pills
to fight its yank and tether
complying to silence
Maybe it's a goalless struggle
maybe it's a life much fuller
more to see, smell, and taste
more to hear, more to touch
Maybe it's all this re- and new discovering
possibilities lining up like fanatics
vying for my dreaming heart
8-7-13
Hmmmm, a much gentler piece; the pain not as raw and engulfing. Nice--in a good way.
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