At least Saturday I was able to get back to sleep, as the morning was overcast and it kept the bedroom from getting too bright to sleep in. The sun came out for a while in the afternoon, though, which made for a pleasant hour or two. Lots of birds, including the mockingbird, came to visit my backyard. The chill returned quickly with nightfall, and today is going to remain cool. There might even be a bit of rain.
The hour I get to sleep is creeping dawnward again. There's no good reason for me to be wakeful so late, life here being as dull as ever. One would think I'd want to sleep day in and day out, but somehow that doesn't happen. Only my brain seems to sleep, while the rest of me just keeps going, yet getting nothing done. How annoying.
Sunday Verse
Serenade
by Kevin Young
I wake to the cracked plate
of moon being thrown
across the room—
that'll fix me
for trying sleep.
Lately even night
has left me—
now even the machine
that makes the rain
has stopped sending
the sun away.
It is late,
or early, depending—
who's to say.
Who's to name
these ragged stars, this
light that waters
down the insomniac dark
before I down
it myself.
Sleep, I swear
there's no one else—
raise me up
in the near-night
& set me like
a tin toy to work,
clanking in the bare
broken bright.
