isn’t it oddthat when you should be tiredand sleeping like a babyyou are wide awakebody thrummingmind racingcreatingwhirlingthinkingwake dreaming insteadof dreaming in sleepand otherwiseup and open tonight time possibilitiesbut everyone elseis sleepingso quiet is a mustdon’t disturb the slumberof the lucky peoplewhose minds and bodieshave naturally given them restjust write a poemdrink sleepytime teaand relaxhoping for sleep to come again