At night I lie sleepless looking at the ceiling
wondering what it is that keeps me awake.
There haven’t been any storms near me
no fires, no earthquakes.
And when I awaken in the morn
exhausted from my night
my head is pounding
my lids are heavy
my throat is dry
my body doesn’t want to move.
At night I lie awake looking at the ceiling
wondering if I will fall asleep soon.
I think of the stars, of God, and of love
And wonder who really lives on the moon.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry