Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


Insomnia

In absence of light I tried

counting raindrops,

losing tally at three thousand, two

hundred and thirty-seven, or

forty

or so.

I was not counting them all; only

the loudest, the ones

I thought hurt the most.

The others, I am convinced

there were many, fell

silently, normally,

naturally.

Gravity.

I tire of counting.

Why

do we keep track

of things

that cause

pain?

 

j.g.l.  03/11/2017

 

 


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