Hindu Kush, New York

In an intermission from sleep

I count Marco Polo sheep
Find my way to this screen
See what wisdom I may glean
While it's dark and I'm alone
A situation not unknown

Why is it that I'm awake?
It's an emergency brake.
Wake up! My souls calls to me
My American angelica tree
Sleeplessness is my burning bush
My moment of Hindu Kush

I don't need to eat or drink
Thoughts bleed like indelible ink
I worry about wounded friends
Ponder the goodness we intend
Hope for the welfare of us all
Pray this isn't the last call

Written on December 14, 2011 · New York, NY ·