An Insomniac’s Inventory (aka: My distracted mind)

I’m a worrier by nature — or maybe by nurture since I’m the oldest of my siblings and things when I was growing up weren’t always calm and idyllic.  It doesn’t really matter why — only that I worry so others don’t have to. You’re welcome. But I worry over really stupid things (like did…

Musings at Night

Night  Be still says the brain But the heart can’t stop Spinning its secrets Blue knots of worry Each one tethered to bollards That won’t budge for rest Untangling knot twists One by one, each loosening A tight grip — to sleep.