Letter from Insomnia

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Letter from Insomnia

Accepting Li Po’s tragedy,
apocryphal or not,

we embrace her imperfect
reflection
rippling in the breeze,

but manage to surface.

I once thought I would name a child Luna
and she would glow at night

and like Hendrix, kiss the sky.
But that was whimsy

and only candles light this room
at this hour
on this particular day
in this year of the snake.

And what fool would reach for a stone orbiting at
1,023 meters per second?

There are clouds to consider, the stars
and the scattering rain

and of course wine
and the possibilities within each glass
and the drops therein.
We must discuss these matters

under her gaze, where smallness gathers.

 

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This originally appeared in Middle Gray in October, 2013. It was written in response to a poem my friend Michael sent me, replying to this poem.

 

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12 thoughts on “Letter from Insomnia

  1. I really like this poem, and the last three stanzas are beautiful in their meditativeness, looking outside at the sky then inside, at the wine like rain drops.

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  2. So lovely. I have to tell you, I’m reading a “not very well written” romance series right now. Its only saving grace is the author’s knowledge of wine and the wine-making process. It’s mesmerizing. So I speed read through the stilted dialogue in order to get to the wine. A glass of wine is almost its own universe.

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