bubbles

i couldn’t sleep–and i don’t know why.

so i got acquainted with my ceiling
– all high and mighty
full of wisdom, i must say
with its nooks and crannies
and cracks that speak of age,
of experience.

i tossed and turned
and tossed some more;
hummed a tune, smiled at a thought
stared at nothing
but thinking of everything

i thought i did all
if only to make my eyes close;
shutting out the world i’ve known
to retire even just for the night
straining to hear the lullaby
to dream of big dreams
and to wake up into yet,
another new day.

i couldn’t sleep at all–and still i don’t know why.

justinecan’tsleep.com
march 20, 2007