Barbara Kinsey Sable: Insomnia

We fight sleep

We, the insomniacs

Who use the dark to create

The fragile tendrils of daydreams.

That weave screens to seclude

Those worlds sacred to ourselves.

We lift our long fingers of thought

Into the deep blanket of night

That covers our singularities,

And we are alone.

Away from troubles, from demands,

And become what we wish to be;

Ourselves.

The image is of Claude Monet's Water Garden and the Japanese Footbridge from 1900.

I hope anyone passing through enjoyed this delightful poem. I was getting ready to put the computer on standby to do research or perhaps off, as I have indeed suffered from insomnia. The poem was found courtesy of the most important woman in my life-my mom!