INSOMNIA
All over the world people can’t sleep. In different times zones they’re lying awake Bodies still, minds trudging along like child laborers. They worry about bills, they worry whether the shoes they just bought are really too small. One’s husband’s died, her son left for college and she doesn’t know how to program the VCR. Another was beaten by her husband One is planning a getaway One holding stolen goods. One’s on the plaid couch in ICU. His daughter, it turned out Actually goes have a tumour Even though the doctor said they’d do the MRI just to rule it out. The woman on the other couch is snoring which is strangely soothing Evidence that people do sleep. Some are lying on Charisma sheets Some in hammocks Some in jail Some under bridges One is at the north pole studying the impact of pollution A man in Massachusetts thinks about a lover he once had in Dar es Salaam and the jasmine blossoms she strung along the shaft of a silver pin fastened in her hair at night. Coincidentally, the lover, now in Rome, remembers looking out the window over the sink where she was washing dishes And seeing him reading in the lawn chair and she thought how perhaps for the first time she wasn’t lonely. They’re all up. some are too cold, some too hot. some hungry, some in pain Some are in hotels listening to people having sex in the next room Some are crying One the cat woke up and now she’s worried about the rash she noticed in the evening and wonders if her daughter who’s afraid to swim should be pushed Some get up Others stay in bed They eat oreos, or drink wine Or both Many read A few make Hallowe'en costumes Some check their email They try sleep tapes, hypnosis, drugs They listen to their clocks tick Smartly, as a woman in high heels Those who can, cling to their mates An ear pressed to those neighboring lungs Like a stethoscope hoping to catch a ride on the steady sleep breath of the other to be carried like a seed on the body of one who is able. Right now in Japan dawn is coming, and everyone who’s been up all night is relieved; they can stop trying In Guatemala though the insomniacs are just getting started and have the whole night ahead of them. It’s like a wave at the baseball stadium, hands around the world. So here’s a prayer for the wakeful The souls who can’t rest as you lie with your eyes open or closed May something comfort you—a mockingbird, a breeze, the smell of crushed mint rain on the roof, Chopin’s Nocturnes your child’s birth a kiss, or even me—in my chilly kitchen with my coat on—thinking of you
~Ellen Bass [alive on all channels]
Sleepless in the smoky air of Colorado wildfires, A/C off, hoping for fresh air, cooling down at night a bit, but like a breath not fully taken, the hot dry air of tomorrow already waits just beyond the dawn’s early light,
To take our breath away.













