Last night was an insomniac night. Was it reading the word or just the change in seasons? I can’t sleep. Thoughts in and out. Random. Lady in a scarf. Smells I love. My mother. Ishmael. Dominos—pushing them all backwards. Space—the gaps—the memories.
Visited uncle. Emailed brother. Jaw is stiff, cricks and cracks throughout the night. Pressure. Deer hooves on the walk. Rustling. Nibbling in the brush. I’d like to get some sleep. Maybe this will help.
Fear struck me last night
in the loud boom of the thunder, and
the sharp flash of light at the window.