Wish it were as easy as it looks
to sleep in your bed and
not dream or worry,
contemplate or feel sorry.
The aftermath of longing isn’t always
the morning sun, but insomnia.
In a city where
noise drowns out the crickets
and dew drops are askew
knowledge may give us all the power,
but it doesn’t help renew
the prescription for our reality-
A pill to sleep, a pill to wake,
a pill to help remake
a long night
and a longer day ahead.
