a remedy for insomnia
Not sheep coming down the hills,
not cracks on the ceiling—
count the ones you loved,
the former tenants of dreams
who would keep you awake,
once meant the world to you,
rocked you in their arms,
those who loved you . . .
You will fall asleep, by dawn, in tears.
-Vera Pavlova
With thanks to Kathryn Ruth Schuth for pointing me to these words, this poem, this truth.
[image from here]