Quite often I'm only floating unblinking

on the surface of sleeps river

unable to sink in and occupy the fullness

of its restful depths

 

I am locked in the drowse-frozen arms of insomnia

hoping that they will soon melt

like Winters jewelled waters

in the warming hands of Spring

 

but still old grievances queue up

to collide with and spend their refusals

on the obliteration of my slumber

reliving their many bothersome vigils

that bloom out of valuless proportion

 

how can I teach them and myself

the mentality of their unimportances

how can I stop giving them birth

in the womb of my subcosciousness

allowing each one a disturbing place

on my failed journeys

to the dream-lands of dormancy?