Erika Wilk
CRAVING SLEEP
I turn on the Bose by my bedside table hope
that a softly played adagio will help me drift off
notes hang in the air like Monarch butterflies
in trees their wings open to gentle sun
still sleep escapes me
counting sheep won’t do a hundred things occupy
my mind –family, friends, a planned trip, food
at two forty five the thought of green tea makes
me get up to look at the box two cups of this
delicate brew enhanced my dinner
tired eyes search for the word decaf but
like sleep it is not to be found
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