Insomnia Chases Sleep

Insomnia chases
sleep out the window.
Sleep boomerangs
off the moon,
and hides under a bridge
I’ve never seen.

Insomnia is relentless.
It chases sleep
through a trap
door. Sleep lands
on a dry riverbed
of stones.

Sleep slips
into the mother
of forests,
slips on ice.
Insomnia builds a fence
to keep sleep out.