pale moonlight filters through closed blinds,
a silvery shape on the carpet
tossing, turning
no rest for the weary
forgetting where you are
reorienting yourself
you\'re in your room
on your bed
that is the ceiling
there is the window
the silvery shape has moved several inches across the floor...
how long has it been,
how much longer will it be
before unconsciousness drags your lids closed with leaden fingers
and fitful sleep overtakes you
it does not matter either way
you will not feel rested come morning