it’s not that I can’t sleep
it’s that I don’t want to
an old habit
one that’s returned
with age
like a child
overtired
afraid I might
miss something
the city at rest
a cloud moving across the night sky
a song on the radio
or mother’s return
I stay up
waiting for the sun
waiting for something
to happen
until I’m too tired
to be tired
then I’ll go to sleep
(D. James)