An Insomniac’s Morning Hours

When the call to prayer soundsand the sun’s about to rise,my thoughts restlessly dissectthis sorrow, that guilt, old lies. “I can’t keep up”, I say,“slow down and stop the mumbling!”But they answer with obtuse eloquence,lingering, rolling, and tumbling. How lucky I find those people,who are right now asleep.Their heartbeats slow and steady,their dreaming calm andContinue reading “An Insomniac’s Morning Hours”

An Insomniac’s Morning Hours

When the call to prayer sounds and the sun’s about to rise, my thoughts restlessly dissect this sorrow, that guilt, old lies. “I can’t keep up”, I say,  “slow down and stop the mumbling!” But they answer with obtuse eloquence,  lingering, rolling, and tumbling.  How lucky I find those people,  who are right now asleep. Continue reading “An Insomniac’s Morning Hours”