21.2.09

Tanka of regrettable sleeplessness

I miss the milkman's
Electrical dawn whirring
The clink of cow juice
A clue, if it were needed
That the time for sleep is nigh

2 comments:

Roberta said...

you know the t.s. eliot poems 'preludes?'i always feel like that perfectly captures that insomniac feeling.

it doesn't -help- when you're sleepless. but it is how it feels. it feels like a milkman rattling down the street when it's still dark morning and you haven't slept yet.

jem said...

This series is great. Made me smile, but that slighly sad smile of fading familiarity.

I always thought that finding myself arguing with the dawn chorus was the sign that I should be in bed.