I used to force my eyes open
downing more caffeine and subduing
repulsed by the opportunity to ponder.
comfort of sheets and protection of a
had revealed themselves to be a shield
from inevitable reality,
reality that I apparently had to face
in the night
and in my solitude.
I have found that thought comes
whether I fight it or not
whether I sleep or not
and the privilege of comfort
is not a privilege but a necessity.
Existence requires rest.
and rest requires an ignorance to
I will still more silently in the
keenly aware that the moon is so far
just as I will lie in my bed
to embrace the moon from across