*
he sleeps next to me
as sleep avoids me
.
I try to rest one piece
at a time breath after breath
.
he knows best as the moon
rises late behind the roofs
.
me I can’t wait for the sun
to shine on all the seeds
.
I planted in me
and in the dirt
.
*
I now let the sun showering
over my head
filled with troubled thoughts
sleepless my night
tied up by uncertain feelings
I could not see
the light that sets me free
.
*
People
strolling past
midnight in the countryside
.
heads covered
the sound of
steps placed in the dark
where words are
clearer and
silences sharper
.
as we used to be.
.
Sleepless
houses
observing
faking a doze.
.
.
annamosca 