Another Insomnial Evening
We lie down at 11:00 in the evening. My feet, legs, elbows feel twisted and itchy. And the sheet feels like a burial shroud.
A flood of thoughts and images arise, a torrent from nowhere. Meanwhile, the darkness presses in. But sleep doesn’t come with it.
Not until after five, as the rising light of an imminent sunrise appears.
Mezza Luna practicing tai chi after midnight
Photo by MA FAB