Sometimes, we all have trouble sleeping. Several times a month I find myself restless or laying there wide awake or harassed by noises, and I can’t fall asleep. As annoying as this can be, sleepless nights have also been the birthplace of many poems. Below is one I wrote a few months ago in the middle of the night. It will be in my third book of poems, Shadow and Memory, which, I’m excited to say, is nearly done!
Night Train My room sulks in the moonlight The wall clock ticks like a time-bomb Something growls in the bed near where I sit listening to a train scream and batter tracks with metallic fists
A Wandering Minstrel 