NoPAD Chapbook 23: Alone

A Note from the Blogger: Yes, I know this was supposed to be done like... a year and a half ago. But I had the urge to finish this old project, so that's what I'm a-fixin' to do.

The first leaves took flight in October,
swayed by windy persuasions,
leaving their brilliant comrades
to brave the bluster somehow.

In February, the last holdouts lost hold,
as winter's breath strengthened,
their stems torn from limbs
by the dry, enduring chill.

It is March now, and there you cling,
my final, fierce maple leaf,
equal parts cussedness and glory,
holding on to the promise of spring.

Dry

Like a rainstick-wielding Aztec,
I wave Scripture over a parched soul,
Praying for divine favor:
Heaven-sent rain on a thirsty land.

In the distance: A cloud,
No bigger than a man's hand,
But it soon blows out of sight.
I'm no Elijah, and this is no Mt. Carmel.

Things I Want at 3 a.m.

1. To go back to sleep.
2. Someone to understand my inner turmoil.
3. Understanding of my own inner turmoil.
4. To undrink that pot and a half of coffee I had during Les Miserables tonight.
5. To make something beautiful that will last beyond my fruitfly lifespan.
6. A life full of grace and meaning, and devoid of fear.
7. An empty inbox.
8. Reassurance that I matter to someone. (Anyone.)
9. Deep, reliable relationships.
10. Did I mention sleep?

Insomnia is cruelest when it happens on the one night in the past month when it would be OKto sleep past 8 a.m. :-(