Ecomusuem Project. There is an audio of myself reading the poem last year.
I stretch my limbs through town and country
Struggle to settle on my rocky bed.
Finally my head finds rests against the soft forgiving bank.
I yawn and count stars
A sudden rain tickles my skin
Between wake and sleep.
No, I need my rest
Try to stifle a giggle and squirm.
The insomniac rain persists
It knows I cannot resist
I swell with laughter.
Not everyone is happy.
The moon rolls its eyes
Lights out and time for sleep
It insists.
Yes, that nonsense will keep till day
Snaps the wind
Sweeps in to gather up the rain
Scatters the loitering clouds.
More tired than I imagine
My rocky bed suddenly smooth
The night light stars blink.
I flow one way from wake to sleep.
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