It is in my world for sleep will not return. 1am.
the moon soon full rests lazily just outside my window I can see
it there when I turn to the right. and to the left the glow
of my phone just set there having confirmed my wakefulness at this hour
the poison ivy’s itch woke me I tell myself but I know it is
something more. It has been for some time
a latent realigning that disturbs the waking mind and now the sleeping
as well meditation
the allure of deep breaths the
revelation of life
in a cross legged silent sit do their best and often efforts rewarded with a sense of presence and peace but this
this now there is nothing to do which is its own undoing but
wait for answers and solutions to rise from the absence of any good answer