insomnia's root

moonrise long since
dreamtime unkempt child
gold rain of waiting

feelings wraith-driven images that mean something to me but nothing
to you secret signs the world gives to the watchers significant hidden
meanings of the world's silent presence depressed unhappy scattered can't even
get up the gumption to do anything about anything sitting too long one place
or another till sore and sore still in and out now at last rain at night's center
long slow quiet rain spitting on the shingles drumming on the fireplace cap till
tin sounds of slow memory from my third world childhood tin roof echoing under
the monsoon come back drown the mind till finally sleep stirs up and

stop, when stopping is all, stopped by roadside
letting clothes fall where they fall wading into the river