Insomnia and I turn this face toward the fish
Smell of your breath, the stars like seeds
Across the sky. I’ll count the hours again
Tonight, the two of us a moondial,
And watch our shadows wend.
Light sparkle, fish slip, that gust of wind
Bits of the day un- and re- settle in the flow
Of my mind. You simply sleep. It is all day
Look for this, look for that, and, now,
Reliving it – silver flash, mud taste, that thing
We call the necklace, the fish halfway
Down, more food than what it was
Though its energy tries and tries— I hate that!
The night air is too cold for flying.
There, the slightest dreamtwitch and
As quickly you are back to stillness,
Sleeping, your body readying for Spring.