It’s 3 AM. The therapy: hold a book
that I can read but won’t if I turn on the light
is working, is that therapy, although it took
at 2:45 all of my will and might
to keep the room too dark to read or write.
I ride loose thoughts that float to where it’s day,
to Tokyo, Seoul, Rangoon, Bombay:
so many places and people, a gazillion flies.
It’s 3:45. Morpheus tells me it’s okay,
and that he can’t sleep no matter what he tries.
Earth Tourist
recently posted poems by alan reynolds
Earth Tourist 
Ah, another poem from you that I can strongly relate to–especially since I’ve had many of those sleepless nights in the past 3 months since I broke my arm. Never tried just holding a book though. What I have been doing is listening to an audiobook that I’ve already read (so I won’t lose what the story is about when I doze off) with the headphones and Audible’s sleep timer feature. It’s been working fairly well on those nights when I have difficulty falling asleep.
Very funny. Morpheus is often restive in Mobile.
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