4.13.15

Today's poem is a "riddle" poem, where you describe something without naming it (except maybe in the title, like I did).

Insomnia

It’s a persistent knocking,

a pea under the mattress,

a silverfish darting through the mind

corner to dim corner.

It’s a sound I can’t quite hear,

an endless wooden ladder,

a ceiling fan left on all night

spinning and spinning in the dark.

It’s dive-bombing dusk barn swallows,

an Energizer bunny in the hall,

a hamster in a metal wheel

running and running towards nowhere.

It’s a security camera on a blurry loop,

the thousandth interruption,

a fast car stuck in drive,

headed to where the streetlights

finally, finally wink out.