"Insomnia Song"

Insomnia Song

by Gregory Orr

Is it me tossing
or is this bed
a small boat
in an unprotected
cove?
        Haul
anchor I suppose.
That is: turn on
a light and read
all night.
        Book
open on my knees;
its pages: white
sails spread.

Fleeing hell,
that's in the head.

Source: Acquainted with the Night: Insomnia Poems.  Ed. Lisa Russ Spaar.  Columbia UP, 1999. 36.