A Poem to Sleep
February 4, 2020
We live in insomnia times
nights awake when we should be dreaming
inside shadows of midnight melatonin
a plane crosses the gibbous moon
I think of the many places I’ve been
home in gravity and raining grasshoppers
fields of yellow sunflowers, going for miles
writing mysteries from cursive understanding
maybe I’ve lost my way roaming and wandering
there are stairways, I imagine, between lives
escalating in transitions between floors
strangers in seamless hallways opening doors
maybe change will come, or maybe it won’t
hands rising, palms open wide, arms raised
to a sunrise of clearing eyes
// © by wataru ebihara
nights awake when we should be dreaming
inside shadows of midnight melatonin
a plane crosses the gibbous moon
I think of the many places I’ve been
home in gravity and raining grasshoppers
fields of yellow sunflowers, going for miles
writing mysteries from cursive understanding
maybe I’ve lost my way roaming and wandering
there are stairways, I imagine, between lives
escalating in transitions between floors
strangers in seamless hallways opening doors
maybe change will come, or maybe it won’t
hands rising, palms open wide, arms raised
to a sunrise of clearing eyes
// © by wataru ebihara