More Insomnial Moments
Quarter past midnight. The last remnant of relaxing chamomile leaves a tangy, bitter aftertaste. “Zigzagging to the light” plays across my mind as I put down an extended meditation on mentorship in Robert McDowell’s Poetry as a Spiritual Practice.
I’ll face the bed again. And hope to get the sleep I desperately need. Perhaps I will, if I stop fighting the passage of days with the tightening my body and mind.
As though that will somehow prevent the fast-approaching new school year.
an unseen half-moon the unbearable crickets and katydid
Photo by James Cousins