the bamboozle...

ode to insomnia

I was awake for all the darkness. For all the dreams, the snores, the creaking bed frames.

I was awake for the sleepy shuffles to light switches

I was awake for the clanging of dishes, and cracking of eggs

I was awake for all the alarms, ringing and chirping at dawn.

I was awake for all the shuffling papers and blowdrying hair.

I was awake for the door slammed shut and the engine running.

I am awake in the silence again.