it’s not that I can’t sleep

it’s that I don’t want to

an old habit

one that’s returned

with age

like a child

overtired

afraid I might

miss something

the city at rest

a cloud moving across the night sky

a song on the radio

or mother’s return

I stay up

waiting for the sun

waiting for something

to happen

until I’m too tired

to be tired

then I’ll go to sleep

(D. James)