Sleepless moments


Tried to sleep.  The mind said, “Hell, no!  I have an urgent need to write!”

So I sat at the keyboard and…nothing.  Thoroughly enraged at my brain, I turned out the light, closed my eyes…and this wrote itself.  

No.  I have absolutely no idea what it means.  But my brain is happy now.


Why the winter wind and worry

scurry round the gentle mind,

filling it with crystal flurries?

Round and round they follow time.


Sleepless moments bark at hurry

chasing currents in the air.  

Is it not enough to carry

gratitude inside despair?